Sally slunk into the Benefits Office. Unemployed for the first time ever, she’d to register for work in order to qualify for welfare benefits. She gave her details to her ‘Benefits Officer’.
“Reason for leaving last job?”
“Redundancy.”
“Well, Ms Anderson, to receive benefits, you must accept any suitable offer of employment we can make. What’s your line of work?”
“I’m a hitperson,” Sally replied; politically correct at least.
The official looked unconcerned. “Really?” He reached for a postcard. “Looks like we’ve a position for you, Ms Anderson. Someone called Alice is looking for a hitperson. Do you do cats?”
“Reason for leaving last job?”
“Redundancy.”
“Well, Ms Anderson, to receive benefits, you must accept any suitable offer of employment we can make. What’s your line of work?”
“I’m a hitperson,” Sally replied; politically correct at least.
The official looked unconcerned. “Really?” He reached for a postcard. “Looks like we’ve a position for you, Ms Anderson. Someone called Alice is looking for a hitperson. Do you do cats?”
