James VS The Recession

I once got paid $100 to deliver Christmas hampers around an office building. It was organised by a friend of my Mum's. It was a good deal - it only took a few hours, and at the end everyone got pizza and soft drink. They even told me I could maybe do it again some time.

I reapplied for this job last week only to be rejected. You guess it, The Recession had struck again. They were nice about it, using buzz words like 'seasonal' and 'one-off' to make me feel better. The Recession seems to be placing me on a pedestal (a pedestal that does not allow me to get short-term casual work).

Another example. In late 2001 I made nearly $2000 (about $250,000 today) by selling charity chocolates. Brad helped. I ordered 100 massive boxes of them to my house on behalf of my school, and sold them under the guise of raising money for a school football trip that I was 99% sure would be cancelled (it was).

I tried to recreate this business model in November 2008, sans Brad. I started at Macquarie Bank HQ in the city. This will be great, I remember thinking at the time. Surely The Recession won't bother me in this place. I wandered into the Bond St building feeling confident, $96 RRP of Maltesers in one hand, and equal value in Bounty/Snickers/Mars in the other. If I got rid of those boxes this afternoon, I'd be around $66 in black. 'Electric feel!' I said (a popular expression for excitement at the time).

I wandered in the Bond St entrance and waited for someone to get in the lift, so I could hitch a ride on their security pass. It wasn't long before several of the bank's finest arrived back from lunch at Ryan's Bar. They were all male, over 6 feet and mostly had attended the same private school as I had. This proved a good ice breaker - as I not only fit the above description, but additionally was dressed from head-to-toe in my former school uniform - the most suitable attire I owned.

Before I could start giving my chocolate spiel, the group of us spontaneously erupted into a loud version of 'Sex on Fire' (we didn't have another song we all knew). O the might with which we sang! O the force with which our huddle of bodies was held together - I was anything I wished. I was a Latin phrase at the bottom of a crest, I was an Aboriginal child on a sporting scholarship. I was staring down on Regular Joes and Janes with contempt. In that moment I was Recession Proof. 

Once the sing-along was complete, I was ushered into the lift with a series of backslaps and hugs.

'So what floor are you guys going too?' I said.

'We're all going to a meeting on the 10th. Do you want to come?'

'Yes.'

I followed them out of the lift, and across the corridor of the 10th floor into a meeting room. Two men with enormous head decorations were at the table. It was The Presets.

'KIM, Julian, this man in a school uniform is our friend. He is here to sell us all chocolate for a rugby tour.'

'Silence!' Said The Presets. Several of the men began to shake with fear. 'I don't see any chocolates.'

'I, uh.' I'd somehow lost the chocolates in all the singing and hugging in the lobby. 'I am sorry. I lost them.'

ENDLOGUE

* I returned home, chocolate-less and with a ripped school blazer.

* Several weeks later The Presets played a reportedly amazing show at the Macquarie Bank's Christmas party.

* The Recession continued its progress unabated. It is believed to be currently based out of the empty space at Muscles Music Blog.