I'm practising being a dolie.
I'm claiming, but I'm not actually unemployed. I've been off with an operation for 3 months now, and it's worse than being on the dole. For a start, try going to the Jobcentre in a cast. Yes, they can make you. Apparently your GP writing "Non weight bearing cast right leg" doesn't mean fuck.

That means a taxi that can take a wheelchair. That means getting the surgery to write a letter to the Jobcentre. That means getting a receipt that takes 3 weeks to be repaid. I'm one of the lucky ones. A mate had non-Hodgkins lymphoma, and the cunts scheduled an interview the same day he had chemo. Luckily the Macmillan social worker stepped in and tore them a new one, or he'd be have been homeless and bald.

Anyway, rant over. There is an upside, and it's bittorrent and 4OD. For the last 7 years I've worked nights and earlies, so now I'm catching up on the Sopranos, the Wire, and the comedies that I missed. (I watched all 3 series of the IT Crowd in 2 days). And the sleep, oh, the sleep. I like sleep, especially uninterrupted by kids, traffic noise and the sounds of next door testing his bass box.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sun 5 Apr 2009, 12:15, Reply)