The Job Hunt

Letter after letter went unanswered, and he realized that he would grow old while waiting for a response; so he redoubled his efforts and started taking bundles to the mailbox, all in identical envelopes, but each with slightly different versions of his past. The mail folk got to know him since he always came in the afternoons after lunch’s rush time, with a stack of envelopes that he needed to send. The difficult part then was that someone would call and ask about the resume and he would forget which one he had sent or written. Even when he listed some of his qualifications so as to not appear overqualified, since even the overqualified must eat, he couldn’t always remember how much he had taken away, or even how much he had added. If he answered wrong it would mean the waste of a stamp. Finding a job, he told a friend, is a full time job in itself. Unfortunately, he did not expect to be so long unemployed. Funding the pursuit was complicated, and it took so much time. And it always…