I went to the employment office last week.
Not to get a job, just to look at listings.
You know the place. It’s that local grey brick building with long waiting lines, take a number and bureaucrats.
I know that making contacts and online resumes are 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 the 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 a seat. We will call you.”