You get together with other unemployed, rant about the management and generally about the system, brag about former unemployed positions "A few years ago I was a bum, now THAT was life!". You set goals and get rewards for finding good excuses: "I'll send my application but my mail doesn't work. I think it's the damn ISDN connection" / "Yeah, mine it's broken too. Here, have another beer". Like on any other job, at every turn there is a time crisis: "I can't take out the trash! Can't you see I'm busy?! I'm writing my resume. And after that I have to go to the social services and I'm already late" Of course, since you're late you storm out of the house but, being a smart guy, you know there's no point in going to a closed Social Services Office so you steer to the pub tired from all the hassling...
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