So I’m reading a story where Castle and Beckett get high for an undercover and I think it’s my favorite thing to ever happen in Castle fanfic.
About the phrase and idea of “Go get a job!”
A job is not something you get. You don’t “get a job” like picking out your toothpaste. This isn’t 1954, when you could waltz on down to Mr. Wall’s corner shop and ask to be a stocker or a cashier, or prance in to the local lawyer’s office and present your typing skills and voila, minimum wage!
A job is something you hunt. You go out in to the deep, dark woods armed with a teeny little knife that you think (you hope) you made correctly and some bait that you think (you hope) it might find tasty. And then you wait for it to hopefully come close enough for you to tackle it and cling desperately to its back until it accepts you.