There's a scene in a favorite old comic book from the '80s where the Kingpin (the bad guy) finds out Daredevil's secret identity and proceeds to make Matt Murdock's life miserable by getting him fired, erasing his bank account, blowing up his apartment, etc. Murdock gets increasingly frustrated and manic, not knowing what's going on or who's screwing with him, until he winds up putting on his red longjohns and beating up entire bars full of riffraff looking for information. The scene in mind is one where he's screaming to a scattered pile of unconscious barflies, "Who's going to talk about Matt Murdock?!"
That's kind of how I'm feeling right now. Who's going to give me a job in archaeology?! YOU, SUCKER?!!!