Jobseekers, idiot bosses and a tale of bad management
once a upon a time in a far away land on cloud nine known as britian they have an unemployment crisis which the mean millionare, out of touch, muppet fest of a government thinks is the fault of the poor and unemployed because thier not trying hard enough. for people thick and stupid enough to believe that pile of right wing propandarized pile of bollocks, put down your daily mails and listen up, cause you might learn somthing, open your eyes and might regain some points back on your IQ score.
The real reason for high unemployent is fucked up management pure and simple, managers are the most unitelligent creatures ive had to deal with on the rock that we call planet earth. First this week i had an interview 30 miles from my home in a magical land called aylesford. I get there costin me 10 gold coins and 7 silver coins on the magical transport system that seems to run on sods law everytime you need to get somewhere ( which is also a result of bad mad management) I arrived at what i think is the emerald city of full time employment but soon turn in to the mordoor of disorganisation and false promises. They were not even ready for me when i arrived so kept me there for 30 miniutes filling out forms of what was basicly my lifes history, to be told that the wicked witch of the zero hours contract had struck again and put her curse upon the entire company, the result of of the curse means i waste time and money. Today i go for another interview in an even more mysterious plain as the manager had given me the wrong address leading me on a lord of the rings style trek accross the kent countryside, but lucky it wasnt to far from where i was. I arrive at the the hopeful emerald city of full time employment, thanks to the yellow brick road that is google maps. But the dark storm cloulds of of dissapointment loomed in as soon as i walkied in the bloody door. When i got to the reception desk and spoke to the manager she had no fucking idea who i was, it was almost like i was the jobseeking genie who had poped out of the lamp of the unemployed that she had no idea that she had rubbed, even though i had only to spoken to her 2 sunrises previous to my arrival. She then took me to an office that looked like a tornado had run right though the centre of it and hiroshima 2 had landed on her fucking desk. She then looked at my CV like it was a system of clues leading to buried treasure that she had never seen before, she then proceded to ask very minimal questions about me which to be honest seemed very irrelavent and generalised, it was alsmost as if she had pulled them out of her arse on the spot because she was completely unprepeared. More bloody time wasted, its seems to me that there is a strong link between your wage packet and your IQ score, the higher the figure on your wage slip the lower the score on your IQ.
Moral of the story all managers are fucking idiots who should be put on minimum wage to regain some intelligence.
im done with my rant today now :)