While it was possible to live off of one income back home, this isn't Arkansas or 1977. I love you and what you do, John, but a mechanic's salary just doesn't go as far these days and I have to keep you fed and properly clothed! I've been here for just shy of a month, which, if I'm reading the papers correctly, means that I'm about halfway through Mr. Stark's "grace period" with the generous $1000 stipend.
Now comes the hard part of job hunting. While I'm no stranger to hunting, I've never actually applied for a job. I was a part of the family business before I married, so I basically inherited my role. I can kill supernatural creatures, read and speak Latin, pick a lock, do laundry, disarm an assailant, and bake pies. I can turn on a computer, but I have no idea how to send a fax or how many words I can type a minute. Any suggestions for trying to pass as a modern woman?