Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

polite conversation with the couple seated next to us. They were friends of my brother’s from work, pleasant enough, though they seemed puzzled when I explained what I did for a living.

“Social services,” the woman repeated, as if testing out an unfamiliar phrase. “That must be… rewarding.”

It was the word people always used when they couldn’t think continue reading …