What a day, I thought as I turned the corner of Mayfair Street. How can finding a job be so hard? I looked up at the passing shops and offices as I approached the Albion Tavern for my daily drowning of sorrows. ‘I’ll find a job soon’ I thought to myself, but who was I kidding! Nothing ever changed in this town, always the same old faces with the same old wives and of course, the same old landlord — Jack.
“Hey Jack,” I said as I approached the bar.
“How’s the job hunt going?”
“Still no luck,” I replied…
Writer… Geek… Procrastinator