CHAPTER 2
His interview at Employment Initiatives was even less stimulating. For a start, his case manager Dave was not the type to inspire confidence. Reuben thought of him as ‘Droopy Dave’ because he resembled a basset hound with his long face and mournful eyes. Even his ears were droopy – large and elongated, with fleshy earlobes.
Droopy Dave looked at Reuben’s file on the desk in front of him and clicked his teeth. ‘You’re making it very difficult.’
Reuben burned with indignation. It wasn’t his fault he’d been sacked from two jobs. Okay, it was, but he didn’t do it on purpose.
‘There must be something I can do.’
Dave shook his head. ‘Nothing that doesn’t involve handling money. You’ve really narrowed your options.’
His face rumpled in concentration. ‘Perhaps I can get you assigned to a course. Can you think of any you’d like to do?’
‘What about photography?’
Dave looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
‘Are you interested in that?’
‘As long as I can do nude models.’
The corners of Dave’s mouth sagged. ‘I suggest you go home and have a long, hard think. Brainstorm. Write a list of every occupation that interests you. I’ll give you a hint – think about what you liked doing as a child, what your talents were. That’s your homework for next time.’
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