Greetings, fellow layabouts. shirkers, scroungers and parasites. My apologies for the prolonged neglect but it’s been one computer disaster after another. I won’t bore you with details but suffice it to say, my machine is back to working order and I now have a back-up machine…just in case.
I hope you’re all weathering the laughable ‘Work Program’? When I last reported, I stated that I had been well and truly ‘parked’, with the time between my appointments growing ever longer. I had an appointment today (the first in 6 weeks) but I got a call from my ‘advisor’, cancelling and telling me that they’d be in touch sometime in the middle of next month.
The rather sheepish explanation for this was that “…we’re changing the way we see people…”; whatever the hell that means.
I suspect that what it actually means is that they’re coming to the realisation that they’re on-board a sinking ship. They tried bailing but the water is coming in too fucking fast so it’s ‘away all boats…’ and the (doubtless vain) hope that they can salvage something from this entirely predictable (and predicted) mess.
What this will mean for us, I can’t say: I suspect I’ll get passed on to one of the bigger ‘providers’ at some point. Then again, the big providers must be coming to the same conclusion, to wit: they can’t make any money out of this ill-conceived scheme. Will they be willing to take on more ‘clients’? I have my doubts. Then what? Do we all get shunted back to Job Centres?
Watching these rapacious and unprincipled cunts come an expensive cropper puts a spring in my step and song in my heart. I can’t wait to see Duncan-Donuts and Grayling try to put a positive spin on this multi-billion pound disaster in October, when the Work Program stats are published and there’s no place for the fuckers to hide.
I know, I know…gloating is so unattractive; but sometimes, it’s the only appropriate response and I intend to indulge in a gloat-fest. I imagine I won’t be the only one.
So take heart, comrades: all we have to do is wait a little while and then we can crack a bottle, fire up a spliff and sit back and enjoy the sight of these Tory scum squirming away…happy days.