The sweat – she wipes her forehead. The wait – she is agitated and annoyed. She is not used to this sort of life.
She waits in the line for 30 minutes before the Brampton Employment Centre opens. Once inside, there is more wait. She slumps in a chair after taking her number, waiting for her turn.
She is a people-person, but everything around her seems to annoy her today. She is tired of fruitless job search.
The place is crowded, all kinds of people around her. Two women sit in the front row, giggling and filling up an application form. A group of middle aged men stand nearby, with work-boots on, as if ready to start some construction job right away. A young mother sits next to her, the infant toying with the milk bottle.
“They did not have any openings last week”, the young mother says, trying to make a small talk, and then adds quickly, “Hi, my name is Kari!”
“Hi, I am Jassi.”
“So you are local!” Kari blurts quickly, as if she does not seem to belong there.
“Sort of, but I have been in Canada only for a few months.”
A long silence; the baby starts to suckle on the bottle nipple, “There are no jobs in accounting in Brampton area!”
“Really?” Jassi pretends to care.
“Yeah, the adviser showed me some openings in the restaurants last week, but I don’t want to be waitress; I need a real job!” Kari keeps going; expressing her frustrations with the job search.
“I know how you feel”, Jassi says quietly.
Kari does not respond.
“This sucks man,” the guy with work boots shouts, as he walks away from the counter. He obviously did not like the news, whatever the lady at the counter said.
“It was nice to meet you, I have to go,” Jassi said to Kari.
“Why? Don’t you want to meet the adviser; your turn should be coming up in 10-15 minutes….” Jassi has already walked out, before Kari could finish her sentence. Continue reading