Day 10

Day 10 of unemployment:

I still find it hard to type unemployment. Not because of shallowly seated psychological issues, but because of the sequence of letters. Perhaps this will improve.
I went to Michigan Works today. Ugggggg. Holy strip mall hell. There was nothing awful about it, but nothing good either. It was entirely mediocre. I'd already filled out all the drack online but was told I had to do it again, in blue or black ink.
Seriously? What's the point?
Oh, right, it all comes down to money. The employee on the computer diagonal from me was struggling. She was so not helpful to the lady who actually needed help. But she has a job and I don't...
Everything has been faxed and copied and entered into the necessary slots.
Today was the first day I went back to my employers. I had to drop off some statistics to go along with the freelance story I turned in last week.
When I pulled up, an ex-coworker was leaving the building. He was a little ways away. I was about to call out to him, but decided against it at the last minute. I'm not sure why.
The front desk lady, who I always like, immediately makes the face when I walk in. I jokingly call out, "security..." She doesn't find it funny and asks, "how ya doin' kiddo?"
My "just fine" sounds a little unbelievable, even though it's true. We chat for awhile. I ask if she can send up the papers because the thought of seeing all of the ex-coworkers on the other side of the little swinging door is a little much. And I wonder about my desk. If it's all cleaned off and sterile, it would make me sad.