One day, a position his the Federal job board that seemed a breath of fresh air. It was a job at what amounted to a sewer plant; a lab tech job, which would match his degree, and it was on the Range; not in the haunted lands of the golden trout, but at Yosemite. He copied his SPF-50s and wrote up fresh KSAs and mailed them to Yosemite. Several days later, he got a call. “I just want to make sure that you understand this position involves frequent exposure to sewage. Do you understand that?” Armen paused, then he assured the man on the phone that he understood fully. The man then reworded his question, just to make sure that Armen understood, and Armen repeated his answer. The man didn’t seem to believe Armen, but he offered the job to Armen regardless.