Hardhat Snood has applied for a fellowship at the Norman Mailer Writers Colony.
If he won, he would write a book called WC FELLOW. About his adventures at the writers colony.
If he lost, he would write PERMANENT LATRINE ORDERLY (PLO).
He was looking for a job. To save up money for his trip.
He would have expenses.
Gas for the trip up and back, food while he was there.
He had credit cards but they were maxed-out.
It was time for a temporary job again.
Perhaps there would be an economic stimulus program job writing training courses for the unemployed, or underemployed, or discouraged workers, no longer looking for a job, because they had given up.
Snood’s last job was writing training courses for the unemployed.
July 2009 to October 2009, TRAINING COURSE
DEVELOPER,
But the job before that he had been a handyman.
He had gone up to the third floor men’s where there was a steadily growing pool of urine from a clogged terlit.
I screened True Stories yesterday.
Louis Fyne in the cleanroom wearing a snood, a gown, paper booties over his shoes.
People like us, who will answer the telephone.
People like us, growing big as a house.
March 2007 to April 2008, HANDYMAN, Junior
Museum,
The job before that was senior information development specialist at a fiber-optic cable factory. That’s where I wore a snood, in the cleanroom.
March 1996 to June 2002, SENIOR INFORMATION
DEVELOPMENT SPECIALIST (TECHNICAL WRITER), Lucent Technologies/OFS,
Two snoods, because I had a beard.
Safety glasses.
At my course developer job I still had my old prescription safety glasses and could wear them instead of the plastic Visitor safety glasses people with glasses had to wear over their street glasses.
Put me in, coach—I don’t smoke.
