Steve Barrett walked into the office and sat down in front of the recruitment officer, a tired-looking woman in her 40s.
"Hello," said the recruitment officer, "Barrett, is it?"
"Yes, that's me," replied Steve.
"OK, let me just bring it up..."
The recruitment officer tapped a few buttons on her keyboard and Steve's CV came up.
Quote:Steve Barrett
Age: 25
Home planet: New London
Nationality: Bretonian citizen
Qualifications: Starship Engineering and English Literature degree from Cambridge University, A-level qualifications in History, Engineering and English Literature.
Skills: Piloting (small craft), starship engineering.
Short biography: Middle class family on New London... (Lots of boring stuff here) ...Currently experiencing financial troubles- home reposessed, bankrupt.
Personality: Good sense of humor, taste for adventure, appreciates fine literature.
Other jobs: Work experience at Bowry's Ship Repairs, Central New London (17-22nd March 810 A.S.), weekend job at Derpco Cambridge Old Quarter (812-813 A.S.), full-time at MRD Ship Sales, Planet Leeds (6th June 817-1st June 820 A.S.)- made redundant.
Credit rating: Uncreditable
"So, looks like you've fallen on hard times," said the recruitment officer, "I'll see if there's anything open..." Steve waited for what seemed to be a lifetime. "Yep, here's something: Omicron Supply Industries Security Devision. Basic pay, but it looks like your sort of thing. Not sure about the literature degree though..."
"More useful than you'd think," put in Steve.
"Hmm. Anyway, shall I send off an application?"
"Do it,"
"Right," she tapped a few more buttons, "I've sent it off. You'll be hearing from them within the week,"
"Thanks,"
Steve got up off the chair and headed back home. Finally, he was going to get off this rock...