Friday October 8th 1932

In the morning to the 'Hopeless Hut'. It really is more of a hut than a building. It is a shabby, dingy wooden structure with a dirty, dusty floor. A high counter runs across, surmounted by a metal grill, reinforced by metal struts. Safe behind the grill sit the bored clerks. I stood in Queue 13. No work. Nothing.