Carol, please. I have enough friends that look like you already. I'm here to work, I guess? I thought I was here to drop off a deer, but after I came down with this wicked case of "Johnny Tremain hand," I realized there was no place in society for me but shoveling manure at Happiness Falls. So yes, I'm here to WORK. Unless it's too hot, in which case, I'm here to LOAF.