Ever feel that you are going nowhere expect head-first into a brick wall? That has been the story of my life over the past year in my futile quest for full-time paid employment. I just got turned down for a job for about the 187,247th time, this time by Alun Cairns AM.
Credit where credit is due, Mr. Cairns is a classy individual who had a tough decision to make, and choose the candidate who best suited his requirements (the candidate in question is the one who I thought on the day would get the job). I have no problem with that or the lucky candidate, especially since Mr. Cairns had the courtesy to ring all of the candidates to let them know the news. My problem is with myself and the catch-22 situation I seem to find myself up against.
I went to university and graduated in the hope of getting a decent job for all my hard work after years of struggling with self-doubt, chav scum and crazy political extremists such as "Fluffy" Helen Watters and Paul Hunt. Instead, I find myself bloody stuck on the dole, messed around with by the Job Centre while all my application attempts get either stonewalled and or turned down because I haven't got the experience required. The latter reason really does do my head in because how can I get the experience when I keep getting rejection notices all the bloody time?
I've aimed high and been turned down for lacking experience and I've aimed low and still been turned down for being over-qualified. I've applied both locally and further a field and I'm still getting nowhere. It sickens me that complete and utter morons like Harriet Harperson, Bob Piper, Terry Kelly, John Prescott and Jade Goody can get paid employment, yet I cannot. I'm awake 18 hours a day, six-days-a-week holding down three voluntary jobs and have to attend a New Deal training centre most weekdays where some of the people have made it very clear that they don't want paid employment (one of whom was a known local drug dealer) and I still can't get a proper job. I'm so depressed, I feel like doing a Virginia Tech Massacre of my own on the world.
Going to university was the biggest mistake of my life as not only was I politically persecuted by Watters, Hunt as well as libelled and oppressed by them, the Students' "Soviet" Union and that corrupt pervert "Dirty" Barry Burnham, getting my degree has done nothing to improve my chances of employment (quite the opposite in fact). I'm also up to my head in student debt with no prospect of ever being able to pay it off.
This is the reality of my miserable life in Blair and Brown's Fourth Reich.