I left the interview room and went for a cigarette by the side of the building. There were some of the call center workers standing smoking, in silence. There were some trashy girls standing together. There was one guy with longer hair smoking rollie.
“Do you have a light man?” I asked. He nodded and handed me his lighter.
“Cheers, do you work here?” I asked him.
He nodded again, sucking the cigarette as hard as he could. It had started to wrinkle and go soft.
“Fucking horrible.” He blew out a big cloud of smoke. We both watched it disappear into the air.
“Did you go to uni?” I asked.
“Yeah. I studied Nursing.”
I smiled. He did too.
“At least you’re helping people.”
He smiled. He threw the cigarette butt onto the grass. He pulled another one out of his pocket. He lit it and closed his eyes.
“Did you just come for an interview aye?” he asked, still closing his eyes.
“Do yourself a favor man, sign on the dole and keep looking.”
“That bad?” I asked.
“I can’t afford lunch today mate.”
I looked at him. He was a nurse and I was a chemical engineer.
I said thanks and walked off. He looked like he needed the silence.
At home that night, my life seemed so empty without an Xbox.