Down but not out in Halifax-
Jane had applied for jobs teaching English literature at Dalhousie University and at another smaller college nearby. But she had no luck with either place.
"We hire from all over the Maritimes," one of the Dalhousie English faculty heads told her. "but we don't need any young teachers now." Then this tall aloof grey-haired man smiled at her from behind his big desk and siad, "But we'll keep your application form on file and we'll certainly keep you in mind." Then Jane left the room with its tall book-lined walls. She never heard from Dalhousie again.
Another local college didn't even contact her after she left a job application form with them. After another few weeks of frantic job seeking, Jane was planning to leave town and head up to Montreal.
But then her aunt who still lived in Halifax contacted Jane. She told Jane about an opening in a small advertising firm that got contracts from the Nova Scotian government. Jane scuttled down to the firm's office and wonder of wonders, she got the job. She was a working lady. But on her wages she couldn't save a penny. If this was my future, she thought, what had been the point of taking all my degrees?
"Good heavens," Jane told herself as she looked at her watch that sat at 12:50. "I've got to get back to work." The office she worked at was at least a ten minute walk away. Jane grabbed the bill and got up to leave. And then came a familiar voice.
"Hi scooter. What are you doing here for God's sake?" John Tytherleigh was standing right in front of her.
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