A decade of office miseries — and why I’m working for The Post

A decade of office miseries — and why I’m working for The Post

When I was 23, I went for an interview for an office job in Moreton. Back then I had no qualifications or prospects, and had been unemployed for well over a year, surviving on a balanced diet of ramen, ketchup and cigarettes. When the interviewer asked me about professional ambitions, I confessed I only had one: to write. I didn’t really mind what – poems, film scripts, books – but one day, I’d make my living with a word processor.“Oh, well,” he…