You know that guy who's always out on the street or the subway, headphones blasting, talking loudly to himself? That guy who seems to have no where to go and nothing to do? Burt Halliburton is that guy. Well, he's one of those guys. No. He looks like one of those guys but Burt believes he does have somewhere to go. He does have something to do. He dreams of someday working for Halliburton, the company that shares his name. Like one of the guys who drive the lions that make up Voltron, he wants to be part of something bigger than himself. He wants to be a cog in the mighty corporate backbone of America. What's that blasting from Burt's headphones? Is that the inspiring voice of Zig Ziglar? What's Burt saying to himself? Are those mantras of personal well being and self enhancement? Yes, yes and yes. Has Halliburton, the company, responded to any of the eighty-three resumes Burt has sent them? Not yet.