ent to sign on today. This was my first “fortnightly review”. I appear to have annoyed the Gods of the job centre somehow, I think this is because I am actually looking for a job. They don’t like that, I think the job centre is possibly just a front for some other activity, maybe they make illegal crack jam.
I went to the computer printing out machine and chose a couple of crap jobs and sat and read a book whilst waiting to be called up.
I even thought of applying for the job in the army for a laugh, then thought best not, I’d probably get in and have to kill people, the joke would have backfired by that point I think.
I figured that my reading matter probably wasn’t the most ideal for the jobcentre plus, I’m halfway through Mr Nice by Howard Marks, they probably now think I’m supplementing my dole money with hashish sales, they’ll either arrest me or try to make me spread some crack jam (spread… haha).
I got called up by the man in charge of calling people up (he does it well) and sat down. He give me a form to sign on (this is why it’s called signing on) I waited for the checking of the form I had to fill in to tell them what I’d applied for, but nothing, he said thank you and called the next person.
Looks like I won’t apply for a job then. I feel like staying unemployed just to spite them.
But I am skint. And going on holiday this weekend…to Centreparcs…woo.