CHAPTER 5
‘No good news, I’m afraid.’
Droopy Dave shuffled through some papers. Reuben was sure that if Dave scored him a million-dollar job, he’d break the news with the same hangdog demeanour.
‘Have you thought about what I suggested last time?’
‘About what I liked doing as a kid? I spent most of my childhood working out how to get the maximum amount of money for the least amount of effort. And that’s still my ambition.’
Droopy Dave looked sadly at Reuben and shook his head.
‘The same could be said for us all. Unfortunately those sorts of jobs don’t exist – not for the likes of us, anyway.’
It was obvious he meant ‘not for the likes of you.’
‘We’ve just had funding cutbacks, which means we’ve had to downsize our service delivery and re-prioritise our programs. So at the moment I
