Yet another unsuccessful day in my never-ending quest to find a job. Still I try on, relentlessly. I should be well beyond forty interviews, if truth be told.

In the last one though I’ve lost my bullet proof self-control. At some point the HR guy –a slicked-haired brat in suit– asked me whether I had family burdens to deal with. I grinned back at him and nodded assent. Just then I remarked that I keep them in bottles of formaldehyde.