A redundant - part three

Time to return to the pleb machine - my pocket money is nearly ready. Today I paid more attention to my surroundings and noticed that my local job centre is actually part of a veritable complex of misery. To one side sits the county court, to the other the DVLA and, directly opposite, a Police station.

I see now why they call it signing on. I was out in five minutes - having signed the little slip to say I was still trying my absolutely bestest to find and apply for two jobs a week. I noticed that the employees of the pleb machine make a point of never shaking your hand when they greet you. Is this a health and safety precaution? Is it to perpetuate the idea of job-seekers as lesser beings? Or are the pleb handlers in charge of my 'claim' just all socially inept? In two weeks time I shall make a point of going for a shake, then we'll see.