Push / pull

It's creepy, cold, and tense down here in the craigslist jobs postings. Each door in the endless hallway of hrefs is distinguished only by the plain text of a featureless plaque, but the variety of worlds lurking behind their bland facades is mind boggling. Will the door creak ajar to reveal a brick wall chanting nonsensical robot talk of making $800/week by reading internet ads? Will a grasping claw or slimy tentacle dart out from the cautiously cracked entrance? Or maybe a door will swing open on well-greased hinges and you'll squint in disbelief as you find yourself unexpectedly bathed in sunlight, standing on the brink of a sunny paradise where the voices are real human beings, the company is legit, and $13 an hour means $13 an hour.

Of course, most of those doors remain impenetrably locked without so much as an automatically generated reply for your troubles. You can knock all you want, buster, but it's a damn crowded hallway.