I went into the employment office last week.
Not to get job, just to look at listings.
That local grey brick building with long waiting lines, take a number and bureaucrats.
I know that making contacts and online resumes is the way to go.
But I also wanted to speak to another human.
“I’m just looking to try something new. Get some different experience,” I told the elderly lady at front counter.
“I’ve never met an out of work writer before,” she said, looking me up and down with suspicion.
“I’m not out of work, I just want to see what’s available.”
“This is not the ‘Let’s see what’s open’ line. Are you a vet?”
“Then take seat. We will call you.”
An hour later the interviewer looked at me “I’ve never met an out of work writer before.”
This time I laughed.
I started to ask him if he ever met Hemingway or Dickens but I remembered the first law of dealing with bureaucrats, ‘ Nobody likes a smart butt.’
“Let’s get some information first. Name?”
Really? It’s all on the sheet in front of you.
“This is for my records.”