There is an interval during which I am a member of the shiftless, ever-expanding mass of the unemployed. I work all day and most of the evening on rescuing myself from this situation but it proves exceedingly difficult. I become acquainted with the two essential experiences of unemployment: starvation and degradation. It is impossible to survive in the MALL without employment. For example, how can you buy anything? The problem goes deeper than this, however, as proof of employment is contained within an individual's barcode, and the barcode is required for admittance into most areas of the MALL. Thus do I find myself skulking the dark areas of the residential compound, walking incessantly along the tramways. It is even more difficult to get a job, since getting a job requires that one be able to enter the MALL, where all the jobs are, and entering the MALL requires that one have a job.