I recently started working with Len Brown on the Auckland Council. Actually, it's a short-term contract as a library assistant but hey, it's six degrees of separation.
For seven-and-a-half years I tutored employment skills, then was made redundant. Ironic. The Government funding stopped and so did my job. I thought surely a person with my education, work experience and upbeat approach would get another job, locally.
I'm middle-aged, so I wasn't looking at moving into a completely new career.
I initially avoided registering for the dole because, one, I thought a job would soon come along (I held out for 10 weeks); two, I couldn't be bothered with the paperwork and revealing my personal details (a 50-page application form); and three, I was embarrassed I'd bump into former students still without work (I did).
After spending the day tutoring Work and Income clients, when they turned up, I went home feeling I'd contributed to society. I could then "chillax", eat, drink, be merry, sleep, and the next morning return to pass on the benefit of my wisdom to the beneficiaries. That was until I. Became. One. Of. Them.