There's a Baby in the Corner and her Mom Wants a Job.
Before workers arrived for the morning, a line had formed. Living Goods announced that their branch in Tula, Uganda would be hiring more health care promoters. 200 women showed up last Friday. Sixty will be selected.
If they pass the written portion they stay for the interview. Some women labored for an hour on their test; 20 questions had never been more important.
With tests piling up, I volunteered to help grade.
I don't think I've done arithmetic without a calculator since the 4th grade -- the same year I received the only D+ of my life, ironically (and embarrassingly), in math.
I start each paper by reading their name. Florence. Betty. Agnes. I know it sounds terribly nerdy, but as I grade I silently cheer them on.
Outside I can hear women conducting mock interviews with each other. "Be confident,” one encourages.
“Tell them you are good at selling things,” says another.
I double-check my grading. Ok, sometimes triple.
Suddenly, a baby appears in the corner, smiling all alone as she lays bundled on top of a piece of cardboard.