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925 Grind: Mark – Unemployed 1

Posted in mark, update with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2009 by 925grind

Unemployable – that’s what I’ve been labelled and that’s what I’m beginning to believe. I say I’m an idealist and they complain that I have an attitude. So which is it? I suppose it depends on which side of the fence you’re on. But seriously, what the fuck do they expect you to do? Just bend over and take it in the arse while they screw your rights? That might be what your average joe is happy to do but they are dealing with an educated man here – shit, I studied employment law at university for fuck’s sake. This monkey most definitely does not work for peanuts.
Socialist, hippy, beatnik, drop-out – they call me all kinds of shit and they think that their fascist insults are going to hurt me – fuck them because my philosophy is bulletproof. I am a bullshit free zone and I am searching for an employer with a similar attitude.
I once worked in a place with a closed shop – such things don’t exist anymore – at least I’ve not come across one recently. Even though I was a temp and didn’t stand to get the full benefits of being a union member I was proud to join one of – if not the – largest unions in the country. Worker’s rights – why does expecting those make you some unconscionable prick that everyone wants to bash? Toe the line? You fucking toe the line dickweed. But then what can you expect? Some of these fuckers are still happy to be thought of as subjects rather than citizens – slaves to an outmoded institution. We evolved away from the need for monarchies an aeon ago and screw it if I am going to express allegiance to someone just because they dropped out of some over-privileged bint’s snatch.
I hate going to sign on – they must make it so that smugness is a requirement for the job. I heard them talking about me once so I told my friend and they phoned up and complained on my behalf – I don’t think the relationship between me and the guy I sign on with has been the same since that day. It’s going to be bad soon because I am getting to that stage where they review your allowance; they look at what you’ve done to get a job and they step it up with the stupid measures that they feel will help you get a job. You start getting sent to these groups that are supposed to teach you how to put a CV together, how to lick stamps and put them on an envelope, how to interview. All these things that are meant to make you into the perfect cog ready to just slot into the machine. You have to play ball or you might end up with fuck all, and then how do you survive? It’s a horrible feeling to think what little you have might be taken from you; I already spend half of my time avoiding bailiffs as it is.
But something better has to be around the corner – I have faith in that if in nothing else. I am not stupid and it cannot be my fate to end up like this. Unless God is exercising that sense of humour that he is famous for.

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