"Youth Employment Services, how can I help you?"

"Hi ... I'd like some help or counselling looking for work, and was referred to you."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Are you going to school in September?"

"Not likely."

"Where do you live?"

"Upper Beach area, by _____ and _____ street."

"I'm going to forward you to Jennifer. She'll be able to help you."

"Thanks."

Ring ... ring ... ring ... riiiiiiinng

"Hi this is Jennifer's voicemail, [blah blah blah typical answering machine stuff that people say], Please leave your name and number and I'll return your call."

"Um .. hi, my name is Lara Dwyer, and I was just forwarded to your number and told you'd be able to help me .. um .. OK, I'm hoping for some help or counselling in finding a job .. um .. my cell number is (___)-___-____, and I'd appreciate it if you could give me a call back. Thanks."

I hate how these people will just forward you to other numbers without first talking to the person they're forwarding you to to let them know what your situation is, so instead you have to plead your case to yet another person. And it's worse that Jennifer, whoever she may be, wasn't there at the time, and I wasn't told how she might help me.

Oh well, maybe I expect too much, but their website was so full of hype. Meh, at least I'm trying.

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