I understand your fustration, do I ever. Maybe one day, after I've paid enough taxes, they'll let me put on the elbow-length rubber gloves so's I can wash dishes on the industrial machines in MacDonald's. Then I can say, 'Hey, I'm qualified to wear these. I have a degree.' Actually, I have three (one pending, no chance I'll fail, really). They're all in philosophy. I'm American-born, living in Scotland, and from what I hear about the climate in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave I don't ever want to go back. My problem with employment is not beaurocracy it's that fact that nobody wants a philosopher. If they do, to my advantage, they want a metaphysician. I am a metaphysician. Unfortuanately, I have a genetic physical condition that bars me from many faculties. I have two X-chromosomes. Well, we'll see. I've got teeth yet. So have you, you know! Keep trying!