Life of an unemployed. Part (IV): With a little help from my friends

Well, I have enough of this, I'm bored all the day at home (all the day except when I goo to look for a job) and doing nothing, I must do something.

This morning i thought that it was illegal to fire me the way that my boss do. So I phoned an old friend of mine. He's a lawyer, and he's out of luck, like me, he has no job, his lawyers office went bankrupt and had to close, he doesn't find job in any other, and nobody ask him for help with legal issues.

Right now I have some money but I cant pay him, or I can't feed my child. So we make a deal. I will sue my boss, and my friend will be my lawyer, for free during the legal process, and if my boss pays me, 40% of what I earn will be for my friend. He's very good doing his work, so I could get some big money from my boss, or even my job back. If I get it, what I earn the first month will be for my friend. I should thank him for being there always.

Life of an unemployed. Part(I): Trip to the unemployment line(A.K.A Cola del Paro)

Since I open again the blog and now I'm currently unemployed, a new series of posts will come.

PART(I):Trip to the unemployment line

Well, i have some money saved on my bank account, but nobody can live with that amount, so...let's go to the Ministry Of Labour to renew my status as unemployed.

Yes, i know, i'm a professonal cartoonist

10:00 PM: Wake up, take a cofee, smoke a cigarrete, and on my way

11:00 PM:  My face when I see the amount of people per square centimeter, seriously, how...200 people in each floor (the building have

3 floors)

DID YOU KNOW?: Spain has 5,2 millions of unemployed people, that

it is an 22,5% of ALL the population in Spain

I sit down on the last chair unnocupied

12:00PM: After about 1 hour of waiting, my face remains as the picture

when suddenly, a worker call my name and I sit down on another chair

The journey begins...she ask me all my personal details (of course, writing them in a computer using only two fingers, this makes me mad).

13:00 PM: All finished, all my personal details are now writted and she give me a printed paper with my amount of money...200 euros...each month...seriously, who can I live with this ridiculous amount of money

14:00 PM: Arrive at home, get mad....I'll have to find a job soon...DAMN