A silly poll! π§βπ€βπ§
The old world is limping into retirement and the new one is struggling to get its shoes on, and in all of the faff a bunch of jobs have ceased to exist, including yours. Taking a brief break from the the potential existential horror implications of that, youβre sitting in a nice anarchist run centre for available work, and a nice lady has fanned a bunch of charmingly shoddy brochures in front of you. βWhat would you like to give a whirl at, love?β
Carefully, you ponder.