It is generally accepted that for the individual, unemployment is about as bad as it can get. For me it got about that bad at school, where I was seriously unemployed. The sobering reality of this was brought home to me when on leaving school I realised I knew nothing of any use whatsoever; I knew nothing about nutrition, healthcare, plumbing, electrics, machine maintenance. I’d never done washing, ironing, mending. I’d gleaned nothing about the engineering, the clockwork, or barely even the plumbing of girls; nothing about psychology, anger management, meditation, comparative religion. I didn’t ...
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