Undead and Unemployed
Chapter One
When I'd been dead for about three months, I decided it was past time to get a job.
I couldn't go back to my old one, of course. For one thing, I'd been laid off the day I died, and for another, they all
still thought I was six feet under. Plus, a job during daylight hours just wasn't going to work anymore.
I wasn't starving or homeless, at least. My best friend, Jessica, owned my house and wouldn't let me pay rent, and
she had her team of super accountants pay the other bills despite my strenuous objections. I sure didn't need to
grocery shop for much except teabags and milk and stuff. Plus, my car was paid off. So my monthly expenses were
actually pretty low. Even so, I couldn't live off Jessica's charity forever.
So here I was, on the steps of the Minnesota Re-Employment Center. They had evening hours every Thursday-thank
goodness!
I walked through the doors, shivering as I was greeted by a blast of air-conditioning. Another thing about being dead
that nobody warned me about was that I was cold pretty much all the time. Minneapolis was having a severe heat
wave, and I was the only one not hating it.
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