it's grim up t'east midlands

The Job Seekers office on a rainy Thursday afternoon.
Before the front window a handsome man stands poignantly in the downpour scanning the notices.
It is I.
Defeated, I am about to turn away when the very last notice grabs my attention.
It reads:
"EXPERIENCED BONERS WANTED. NORTH KILDARE. APPLY WITHIN."
Hope dawns.
The metaphorical sun comes out.
At last folks.
At last.
At last a job I can do.