So I Went To The JobCentre Today. That Was Fun!

The JobCentre, a place famous for its life enriching qualities, a monument to Britain. A statement made to the rest of the world that this is a land of wealth, of bowler hats, of cream tea, of quaint British traditions, and of lords and ladies. It is a place where those who have been made temporarily redundant go, to be helped compassionately, and with their best interest at heart, into a post suitable for them. Every time you enter this cathedral to the success of Capitalism you are greeted with a wide smile by a well paid, content, and helpful employee. The positivity of the temporarily leisured only heightened by the skill of the craftspeople carefully weaving career paths for their benefit. The alacrity of the workers in perfect harmony with the light, comfortable, and aesthetically pleasing surroundings. All are treated with respect. All are treated as individuals. If someone were to enter devoid of self belief it would not last, upon existing this temple for the soul they shall be displaying the poise befitting a resident of Britain. What was once eluding them has now been subsumed. Optimism now very much resident in their psyche.

This is a world where workfare does not exist. Where people are considered by circumstance not meaningless numbers. There is no conformity to bureaucratic procedures designed to optimise the processing of people. Where claims are not handled by uncaring hirelings. There is no resemblance to livestock amongst those unfortunate enough to be present. Those indubitably marked by the false stigma attached to unemployment. They are not scapegoats for the retrenchment of businesses and services. They are not recipients of vitriolic attacks from the media and community. The systems design and falsities does not benefit an uncaring Capitalist class and their political puppets in the class warfare division. The working class and underclass are united, they are one.

Unfortunately, this world does not exist. It does not look likely. The working class targeted media would never allow compassion to seep into this discussion. Truth will always be suppressed by the rich owners, by those who have an interest in harbouring an animosity between the exploited. The cost conscious schemes will continue to be implemented. People will continue to be made to feel insignificant, desperation will continue to saturate every aspect of life on the dole. However, when all of this is considered, I still refuse to go back to my former employment. I'd rather starve than be a cog in that machine, to contribute to their 'business plan' made me feel sick. Self-immolation would be preferable.

It is time to find a job where I can do some good in the world.