“No can do.”
“I’m sorry?” Considering the question, Rhonda was perplexed.
“Do you want me to spell it out?” The Sleazoid looked across his desk, with a pretence of boredom. “There are no jobs that fit your skill sets.”
“None at all? Are you absolutely certain?” Rhonda didn’t believe what she was hearing. She wasn’t sure that she could do anything about it either. The agency had made it very clear that case managers were gods. She knew it was supposed to be an affirmative action agency, she reflected, but the longer she knew it the more closely this place resembled a cesspool. “Not even for data entry?”
“Not a thing,” and he smiled and leant across the desk confidentially. “And I’ll tell you what. There won’t be anything for two months. Maybe three. It depends. And after that, it also d
