It all started with a text the other day to my colleague;
‘Mission: To deliver forms to the Jobcentre
Mission Status: Successful
Casualties: Two Jobcentre Security personnel
Losses: Sanity’
This account is for anyone who has ever wondered if they are sane and it is the rest of the world that is crazy. I am definitely questioning the possibility.
The Jobcentre is a frightening place, it seems to be aimed at anyone so long as you aren’t actually seeking employment, the one discussed in the above text actually has five security guards on the door, each with their own desk, it makes me wonder how long it will take them to provide security with a few German Shepherds and perhaps some tazers to really invite the public in.
I also recently text the following to my colleague:
‘I’ve had enough. I’m off to Tahiti to start a new life, a simple life swapping grass skirts for pieces of fruit. Are you coming with me?’
Now I’ll admit that when I sent this I was thinking ‘sneak onto a shipping container’ whereas my colleague Rita was thinking ‘Club Class.’
Conflicting ideas it seems.
There are times over the past few weeks when I really have wanted to bang my head against the steering wheel of my car but I suppose that it is what it comes to when you work for the Ministry of Stupid Questions and Answers.
There are times when I would rather tutor the Beverley Hillbillies than deal with some of the people that have attended our courses.
I have stood convinced that Jeremy Beadle would run through the door and tell me that I was being set up for the amusement of the television viewing public but alas as yet this has not happened.
