Trading in the borderworlds isn't for the faint of heart, you know. There's all sorts of mean and nasty people out there, most who'll claim to be your friends and then turn right around and shove a cup of hot plasma down your throat. They'll take your innards and make them your outers, if you catch my drift. Or, if they happen to be residents of 74, then they'll whine you to death. Do you know of a more horrible way to spend your Saturday afternoon? I thought not.
I just want to make sure you're not seeking employment on a whim. That would be foolish.
We do have positions open, however. I'll be forwarding the application document to your personal inbox shortly.