第20页 I 2009
- 章节名:I 2009
- 页码:第20页
How could I explain to this man how much I wanted to work? Did he have the slightest idea how much I missed my old job? Unemployment had been a concept, soming droning referred to on the news in relation to shipyard or car factories. I had never considered that you might miss a job like you missed a limb - a constant, reflexive thing. I hadn't thought that as well as the obvious fears about money, and your future, losing your job would make you feel inadequate, and a bit useless. That it would be harder to get up in the morning than when you were rudely shocked into consciousness by the alarm. That you might missthe people you worked with, no matter how little you had in common with them.Or even that you might find yourself searching for familiar face as you walked the high street. The first time I had seen the Dandelion Lady wandering pass the shops, looking as aimless as I felt, I had fought the urge to go and give her a hug.
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