Chapter Seven - 23 years and 5 months before the collapse
Jim was signing on at the Job Centre. No amount of searching had uncovered another post.
“Here is what our universal job match service returned,” said the advisor, from an LCD screen behind a sheet of clear perspex.
Jim examined the result.
“But this is fast-food delivery,” Jim protested.
“That’s all we have.”
“But I’m a university lecturer.”
“The search did not return any matches in that field.”
“But there must be something closer than this,” Jim pointed at the screen.
“There are very few jobs available, Mr Smith. Those that have jobs stick to them.”
“But I can’t do this.”
“I’m afraid that you have to show you are actively seeking employment. If you do not go for the interview, I will have no choice but to end your jobs
