Bureaucracy at It’s Finest
I am an unemployed attorney. The glory that was student loan money has long since dried up and as I look for proper attorney work I have been forced to live off the graces of my parents. I have been searching long and hard, with no success, for a stop-gap job to make a little money with while the real job hunt continues.
I thought that things might have changed when I went to the post office today to mail more resumes out. Posted on the wall was a job for “temporary rural carrier.” For anyone who knows me, they would know that this is the perfect temporary job for me (other than maybe a groundskeeper) and hell, it paid $13 an hour. I figured I could tear around back country roads like the Duke Boys, blasting the Allman Brothers and delivering the mail. So I asked one of the postal workers for the application. Much to my surprised he returned with a twenty page behemoth of an application. For a TEMPORARY mail carrying job. I figured by the time I actually made it through interviews and got the job it would be time to collect social security. Needless to say the application has found the bottom of my trash can and the back country dream is dead for now.
