To be honest...
...most of the people I spoke to at the jobcentre were very, very nice.

Although, looking at the regular clientèle in my area, which is a small town, just far enough away from any major city for a recession/economic meltdown to have a catastrophic and crippling effect on the local economy and population, and where junk plays an important part of everyday life for a high percentage of said population, I think that the employees were just happy to speak to someone that was:

(a) coherent;
(b) actually interested in finding any kind of employment instead of looking for a hand-out to pay their smack dealer.

Mind you - some of them are completely patronising, power hungry cunts, and should be brutally violated with a rolled-up, HIV infected P45.

I find it amazing that you only really get them at completely opposite ends of the arsehole scale. In my experience, they've either been really helpful, or completely incompetent wankers that treat you like a sub-human because you've been forced into a position where you need state assistance.

Where's the middle ground?
(god_is_a_ghoti Carpe Deum., Sat 29 May 2010, 20:43, 1 reply)

They're in the back office,
keeping the systems going. According to a relly who's one of the good ones out on the front desks.
( Fronds are waving gently on, Sat 29 May 2010, 20:48, closed)