XVII - A Cup O' Kindness Yet (Part II)

Occam's Razor states that "The simplest solution is often the best solution".

Job Centre Plus's Razor states that "If there's a simple solution, fuck it up as much as possible."

Trying to claim travel expenses, the solution was supposedly simple: I sign in on Tuesday's, which I have off, and bring in bus tickets. Simple, right?

Today, I got a horrendously patronising heifer. The kind of person who makes the JCP the reviled institution it is.

It wasn't simple for her. She told me "Bring in your tickets so you can claim, but it might be better to have you claim at 9am so you can then go to work later, or have you finish at 4:30pm and then you come in and claim."

I have Tuesday off. I can claim there and then.

Is that not simple enough, Job Centre Plus Staff? Is that not simple enough? I know you get paid to screw the working people over and make their lives hell, but COME ON!

You get paid enough to deal with this shit. More than enough. The least you can and should do is ADOPT A GODDAMN SIMPLE APPROACH.

She said Wendy wasn't in, I mumbled "Not surprising." She gave me that look. THAT look that states "Excuse me, but you owe us." No, what I owe you is a shotgun shell. Then she says "Well, Wendy is on a part-time contract, so of course she's not in. We can hardly criticise her for not being in when she isn't contracted to, can we?"

Look here, you fucking heifer, I was never told that my personal supervisor was on a part-time contract, which begs two questions:

1) Why did you give me a personal supervisor who is on a PART TIME CONTRACT?!

2) Why was I consistently lied to, then?!

I was told in mid-December that Wendy was away on a training course. When I went on the 31st, I was told Wendy was away. Did nobody think it was a good bloody idea to actually tell me about this?

Then she asks why i'm grumpy, which is basically the button you press if you want me to vault over the table, wrap my hands around your neck, and squeeze until your last breath expends into the air. Then I say i'm tired, my sciatica is making me sleep worse, and working 9 til 5 is tiring. To which she says "Well, 9 til 5 are ordinary working hours for most people."

So, Attention: Everyone Who Works 9 Til 5: The Eston Job Centre clearly believes you don't deserve to be tired.
I mean, fuck the fact that I said my sciatica was giving me lack of sleep. No, it's clearly me saying the 9 til 5 is tiring, that gives this cow the ammunition she needs to patronise the vulnerable.

By this time I was growing more pissed.

The sad thing is that I can't do anything about it. Why? Because i'm working 32 hours a week for FREE, and I am educated enough to realise that biting the hand which feeds me isn't exactly the smartest of things to do.

I wanted to scream, shout and rip her soul out, but I couldn't. All I could do was nod my head, because that's what the Job Centre is: An organisation specialising in enslavement. Once you are wrapped around their finger, that's it. All it takes is one tiny mistake or loophole, and you're screwed. Your money is gone. You're left without a shred of hope or help.

And those bastards are being paid to do it.

Now, I don't know if any Job Centre Plus staff are reading this. If you are, I understand that maybe 1 in 10 of you are the kind of horrendous, patronising people that, let me tell you, ALL of your clientele would give their benefits for to be in a room for five minutes with, just to rip their flesh apart with their hands. I understand 9 out of 10 of you are there to do your jobs, and deal with the good and the bad.

I have problem with those 9 out of 10. During my time at Eston, most of my advisors have been wonderful and friendly, and have legitimately helped, yet this one goddamn cow essentially took me back to the beginning.

She literally gave me information on how to find a job, because apparently this was totally my first time claiming my benefits and i'm totally not on work experience. This actually happened. She sat me there for HALF AN HOUR TO TELL ME HOW TO FIND A JOB.

Idiots.

So, yes, if Jobcentre Plus staff are reading this: Don't patronise your clients.

Y'see, while people like me may be smart enough to realise that biting the hand that feeds us is a mistake, there are some out there who are far less forgiving, far less merciful, and far more violent.

If you patronise and sanction someone, remember: The most dangerous men alive are those with nothing left to lose.

Some may commit suicide, but there is a good chance that some will take action into their own hands. You patronise them, piss them off, and push them enough, they can and will turn around and do their best to put an end to you right there and then.

There will come a day. Fuck, I hope there will come a day, when Britain will wake up. London 2011 was a sign that the sleeping bear is stirring, that people will not take much shit, much longer. With all these people committing suicide from benefits sanctions, it will take just one good push.

One good push that will start a retaliation of violence. And that violence can and will snowball.

And that violence will turn rioting.

That rioting will turn to insurrection. 

That insurrection will turn to full-blown revolution.

And I hope to God that, one day, the horns will call for war, because this country is long overdue for a period of swift and blinding upheaval. The problem is that we have been trod upon and crushed for so long, that I honestly believe people wouldn't know what to do with any freedom they won.

We are literally being killed, Britain, by the government which couldn't care less about us. Just look at people like Tim Salter and Denis Jones who committed suicide, just two more recent names of HUNDREDS driven to suicide by these beasts.

A Cup O' Kindness yet? No. Not any more.

Look at this ConDem Government, I hope that, one day, we find ourselves in the streets, throwing our MP's into rivers and lakes, and we all remember the words of Scipio Africanus.

"Prepare for war, for evidently, you have found peace intolerable."