Job Centre + PLUS THE CHAVVY SCUM!

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MAJOR LONG BLOG THING THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE-ish

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I HATE THE JOB CENTRE! Jesus H Christ!

I get there, go to the wrong floor as some wanky twat decides to say 'Oi, its this one ere luv' but no...no it isn't, is it?! You freaking moron! So I go to the RIGHT floor and have to wait ages, sat next to chavs. They are all wearing trackie bottoms, chewing gum, sniffling and have scruffy,unwashed hair with at least 5 different colours of shit in it and the BO smell. Jesus, it made my eyes water! I am NOT being over dramatic here, it was that frigging bad! I mean who the fuck would employ them looking and acting like that? Not even a Mcjob would I tell you.

So then this guy sat next to me makes quite a funny comment and I chuckle, BIG mistake. He then turns to face me and grins-he has a GOLD tooth, a GOLD tooth ('Richard' ) I have never ever seen anyone with a gold tooth other than some celeb! So anyway, he then says 'This your first time signing on?' I nodded and he said, 'I have a job like, I'm just here for support for my mate' and I think thats an odd thing to say-he's at a Job Centre, not the olympics.

So I share some information with him-to pass the time as I am a friendly little bod, 'Oh, I have been out of work since November-the company I worked for went into admini-...uh....they went bump.' Then this random child runs past screaming and throwing things around the Job Centre, the mother is trying her hardest to get the little shit to behave. 'Gods...' I say and the guy (I shall call him Mac) says 'Yeah I know, I hate kids,' I smile somewhat nervously and then Mac says, 'I'm lucky, I don't have to see mine except for weekends-wish I didn't have them' !!ERROR!! So my face looks like I've swallowed piss now as I find this a fucking awful thing to say-my own father had no time for us and was too busy shagging and drinking to see us at the weekened. So Mac has lost brownie points with the bank of Shin, I turn my head away as to end the 'conversation' and Mac says 'So what you doing tonight? Wanna go for a drink?' I sort of looked...ill and replied 'I am actually going to a play tonight*' and he looked at me like I was an alien !

Thankfully before he could reply I was called up and I went and spoke with an advisor. In short I don't have any money because some cunty bollock of an admin hasn't processed it yet. So I use the phones there and dial the main office and ask 'whats going on?' basically. They say MAYBE Wednesday I'll have money-yeah, fucking fantabbytastic! In the meantime I'll just sit and get even fatter and more depressed than ever you bastards!!

I AM NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE EVER AGAIN! People outside are weird! >.<

It really is the arsehole of the universe at the Job Centre, and by Christ if the weather was warmer I'd be working the streets so I didn't have to go back to that cesspit.

*TRUFAX! I am going to a play with Gaz tonight, it's a thing with his work...God I hope it wasn't like the last one, I wanted to eat my own hand. I can be called 'uncultured' I don't care, the acting was awful and they murdered 'A Midsummers Night Dream'

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Okay so now my brain is ready to watch this play, I need to find my daned glasses. I have like an hour and a half to get ready...I *KNOW* I'll be late, I just KNOW it! I always am, even if I wake up fucking hours before-hand

I WAS LATE BEING BORN aswell for Gods sake! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

RAWR :P