come on, what the heck else was i supposed to do?
The NY dept of labor, as you might imagine, tastes quite like the DMV- dreary, crowded, full of earth tones and similarly vibrant personalities. but imagine if getting your license was something that commonly brought about depression and spurred self-loathing and was something you were quite the opposite of proud of, and, VIOLA! there you have the labor dept.
That was my funny part, but some actual data I collected that was of interest is as follows:
Theyre packed. Nearly every seat was full. They feel overwhelmed and are unable to serve everyone to the extent the dept really intends to. They have extended their hours. They are becoming lax on their policies that determine whether or not you are actually trying to find a job, because they believe you! Also to note was that I was among perhaps 5 (in our group of fourty or so) that looked younger than 30. The majority were men. This made me feel better, but it made me sad for all of them. These are adults who are no longer able to provide for their families. They carried with them thick novels and New York Magazines and were of obvious intelligence (besides the guy with the herpe sitting across from me). It was just another reminder of how real this economic crisis really is, and the extent to which its effects us all.
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