Unfortunatly for all those who clicked on this thread hoping to find a satirical rant about the horror's of reality television that was mearly a lure, and amuse-bouche if you will to the real thing.
A long time ago (it would've been in a galaxy far far away but we had budget problems so we had to cut back and film in the midlands) I was made unemployed, tossed from the pursuit of like minded rodents into the job centre, and it sucked balls, big ones.
But I took solice in the fact that while I picked out my new job, after whiling away a few hour's typing things like "please find enclosed a cv of things I did inbetween pints" (those of you who knew me in college will know this to be true) and sending it to numerous employers I'd be able to spend some time doing things I couldn't do while at work, like drink in the morning, read hitchhikers guide to the galaxy while smoking a pipe and writing in the margin "yes my thoughts exactly how true" and finally not only understanding the social commentary found in old zombie movies but using it to my advantage in pub based arguments.
Now these things are all well and good, I have enjoyed them, inbetween enjoying them I've sent probably more cv's and job applications than anyone should have to, people that say they don't handle rejection well should strive to keep their job because believe me, getting shot down infront of that cute barmaid everyone else has had a crack at is far easier than reading the hundreds of "sorry to inform you" letters I have in the past year.
Sorry to infrom you but we employed the managers son, he's only seventeen and he's semi retarted but why take the chance of outsourcing for a worthwhile member of staff when we can get one that can't write his own name without a stencil quickly and easily, thank you for your application.
Now how does our great unemployment system deal with you if you've been unemployed over six months....do they send you to a personal careers advisor and work out a long term plan? no, they send you to purgatory, to what is known in my area as the dudley gateway centre, where they put you in an "intensive" sixty hour course that is supposed to ensure you have a cv, cover letter and the necessary teamworking and interview skills needed to get on that bottom rung of the employment ladder, it involves alot of sitting, I did some sudoku in the paper one afternoon, thats about it.
Now who are you with on said course? like minded individuals that have just had no luck in their job hunting endeavours?
You should be so lucky, my group contained two drug dealers, a car theif, a good for nothing whore and a lad who I'm sure should have been in some kind of support centre for those with challenging behaviours as he honestly exhibited some life changing mental problems, these are people for whom the dole office is a way of life, a place they meet their friends, a place where everybody knows their name, a place who's tagline as far as they are concerned should be "come here and you'll never need to work again"; almost daily I heard one of them remark "I don't need a *insert badly pronounced expletive* job I got my jsa and my child benefit innit".
The scum of the earth, they are all without exception a waste of good stem cells, and twice weekly for eight hours I am coraled with these people and treated like human excrement.
Foxy brown was right, you gotta have a j.o.b.