Since my depression is not as severe as it could be, I thought I should work on aggravating it and with this aim in mind I revisited the forbidding building of the (un)employment agency. I submitted a request to be requalified as a geek. My demand is unlikely to be approved because of its nature—I’m actually asking the employment agency to do something useful for me so, which denies all intents and purposes of the agency service. I’m not sure what the agency’s purpose is really, I presume to push papers and keep appearances.
I personally felled an ancient oak and processed it into a huge box of paper, on which I then painstakingly printed and filled in the forms required to apply for a requalification. (OK, so I didn’t fell the tree in person, but everything else is legit.) I hope my forms won’t rustle away the tale of how much hysterical hilariousness I enjoyed while filling them in.
For example: State your work experience in years/months in the field of requested requalification. What about: I’ve been working as a baker all my life and I wish to be requalified in the same field. I wrote: I haven’t worked in this field so far, which is why I request requalification. I hope it didn’t come out ironic. Judging from the forms they distribute, the agency has zero sense of irony.