I Need a Noun, I’m Unemployed: Insecurity About Professional Labels in the Creative Age

Unemployed
Here we go again. Heathrow Customs. Tired travelers line up like cattle and moooove my way to a counter to be asked, in the interest of national security: “Don't you have a job? I see you left "Occupation" blank?” I cringe. “No. I’m unemployed.” The words form from practice but are still rough to articulate. Unemployed. I lack a noun. “What are you doing here?” He doesn't mean literally. “To live in a castle,” not accepted. Not appreciated. I address the question he isn’t asking; 'why should I let you into my country if you don’t work? You might be a terrorist and you will live off things I [...] Continue reading
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