Postcards from the Imagination

I spent two hours registering with a temp agency this morning for summer employment. Typing test, software test, interview, etc. I'm a human clerical dynamo. And yet there's no guarantee they'll be able to find me something--which is depressing. The language of business is a desert: corporate center, knowledge economy, skill set, pay scale. Arid to the core, and colorless. The landscape of business is all facsimile: cubicles for rooms, fading prints for art, fake hibiscus. And the populace? False-shouldered suits, nude pantyhose, stage make-up. Shudder.