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I'm applying for yet another job when the supervisor appears behind me. I hasten to inform him that this is my sixteenth but he's not at all satisfied. When he speaks, the words fall into place and hang there, creating a sort of echo that I almost believe I could touch.
"Not good enough, sonny."
He's breathing down the back of my neck, a red trail of burning shame. And fire, of course. I know now, I should never have derided folks for being unemployed. Finding a job is hell -- even, as it turns out, in Hell.
"Not good enough, sonny."
He's breathing down the back of my neck, a red trail of burning shame. And fire, of course. I know now, I should never have derided folks for being unemployed. Finding a job is hell -- even, as it turns out, in Hell.
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FFM Day 13. Another silly little shorty. This time I worked off a prompt by The-Livewriter: Finding a job is hell, even in hell.
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This is most excellent. I thought the first paragraph was stronger than the second, setting a more melancholic tone that I think a lot of people (especially new graduates) can sympathise with. Overall a fun piece