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Job Seekers

Job Seekers After being unemployed for a long time I got a job as a cook in a cafe where people came for the beer, but the local law demanded drinkers had to order something to eat before drinking. Usually, it was a burger or a cheese sandwich. If a sandwich came back uneaten it was moved to another plate and served again, but I had to open look under the cheese to be sure no one had put something there, like the butt of cigarette and so on. I knew the game having been a drinker there until I lost my job of putting a lid on tins of sardines and mackerel. To be working class when time is good is Ok, but but sooner or later there will be a downturn and without proper education poverty beckons.

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