I've been finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything because of the Gestaporrhoids.
In times gone past, they've made me apply for random jobs. I try to tell them that it's a waste of time because they will reject me for being overly qualified.
"Go away; you'll be bored rigid within minutes."
"Go away; I need a bog cleaner not a bug-fixer."
On one occasion, a guy I used to see in the pub was looking for someone to help in his wharehouse. The man's a laugh and humour is half the battle. I can shovel shit all day if I've got the right mate with me. I phoned him up. I had to be joking, apparently, but I said no and persevered until he said to drop 'round after lunch.
He bowled out of his office and said, "Come on, what the fuck
are you doing here? Go and get a proper job..."
It's no good pleading. Employers aren't stupid and their businesses depend on employing the right people. I know from experience, having run a football team, that you don't play a man out of position.
Just try and explain this to the myrmidons of the DWP. "The rules say..."
I've checked my blood pressure this morning: 145/100