Winz are awesome.
Loved having a young women half my age inform me of the facts of life.
Then after reading my CV with all my experience, training and qualifications suggest some training...to complete what I already had....wtf?.....then inform me I'd have to attend a seminar where they would teach me how to prepare a CV (lady, its in your fucking hand and its awesome), dress for an interview, and talk to people.
FFS, I do not arrive for an interview in a skull shirt, puffing on a rolly, smelling like weed, booze and b.o. and going "yo yo wat up my nigger" just because so many of the unemployable fuckers that waste there days there do.
Anyway, I told her my back fucks out, too many years doing hard labour so no use giving me a job on a shovel as it will be wasting every bodies time. Mine, winz, the employer, But hey I have a lot to offer and there is plenty of young fuckwits in sight who would be well served doing some shovel work.
At which time she informs me that its highly likely they will refer me to a position that will be unsuitable and that I'm not allowed to refuse it, and if I do refuse it then I'll be bounced onto a sickness benifit....
FUCK ME FUCKING DEAD.
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