Tuesday November 1st 1932

Bitter weather. Many job applications today, making cold calls on possible employers as well as via the Exchange.

One card was in respect of a vacancy for a temporary porter at Boots in Gallowtree Gate. Saw the manager, a gentleman. Pay 22/6. Hours terrible. He sent me to see the District Manager in offices nearby. This was Mr. L Cox, a fine person, an ex Scout and a psychologist. He urged me to find a better job but will keep the place open for me until Saturday. This was the best and most humane manager I have ever met.