Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sitting in the unemployment office waiting for my turn. I'm sitting next to a woman who reminds me of LP. She and I are talking. Based on the question she asks, I can tell she's been here before. We are sitting on a long bench that almost feels like a pew. The unemployment worker is in the pew in front of us. He hangs his clipboard over the back of his pew and turns to us. LP asks for certain benefits, including a bus pass. He gets to me. I say "I am not unemployed yet, but it is inevitable." I ask if there is anything he could do for me before I get fired, but there isn't.