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Jan. 17th, 2003 03:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Oh, I forgot to mention this when it happened, but my Uncle Dave has been trying to headhunt me to come work with him for Staffordshire Social Services...
Something about working with troubled young people and how I'd be so fantastic at it because I'm young and sympathetic and clever and get on well with people and blah blah blah life skills blah I'm not listening, stop trying to recruit me...
Not that I can say this to his face mind, but I hate young people.
I mean I really hate them... which is stupid cause alledgedly I'm one of them myself, but it's been the continual course of my life that I have never got on with my peer group.
Don't ask me why.
I dunno what planet he's on... for starters I really would suck at it, genuinely hate it and be mostly miserable and cantankerous and hated by all, but also it's in Stafford... which is nowhere near here.
Well paid, he says... compared to what you get now.
Not freaking well paid enough though, if I have to move to Stafford for it...
He can shove it, the man has some darned weird ideas about what kind of jobs I'd get on well with...
Oh, talking vaguely of which, that court services job I went for ages ago... end of the summer I think it was... well mum was talking yesterday to the sister of one of the women who DID get the job...
Apparently she's leaving in 2 weeks. Quitting because of the stress and workload. Says thay're all leaving in droves because it's so miserable keeping up with the reams of paperwork they have to get through every day.
There's a set number of applications that have to be processed each week and they all have to be perfect or you have to do them again, and you can't fall behind and you can't do this and you can't do that...
The money looked good and all, but seriously, if that's the case I think I had a lucky escape.
They were a miserable bunch of buggers and all (except the guy on reception cause he was... *rrrrrow*)
At least the folks I work with are decent company. One or two of 'em lead soap-opera lives, but on the whole they're ok.
And thus comes an end to yet another pointless post brought to you by Lady-T, founder of The House of T, waffler of random thoughts and tormentor of WolverMuses.
Something about working with troubled young people and how I'd be so fantastic at it because I'm young and sympathetic and clever and get on well with people and blah blah blah life skills blah I'm not listening, stop trying to recruit me...
Not that I can say this to his face mind, but I hate young people.
I mean I really hate them... which is stupid cause alledgedly I'm one of them myself, but it's been the continual course of my life that I have never got on with my peer group.
Don't ask me why.
I dunno what planet he's on... for starters I really would suck at it, genuinely hate it and be mostly miserable and cantankerous and hated by all, but also it's in Stafford... which is nowhere near here.
Well paid, he says... compared to what you get now.
Not freaking well paid enough though, if I have to move to Stafford for it...
He can shove it, the man has some darned weird ideas about what kind of jobs I'd get on well with...
Oh, talking vaguely of which, that court services job I went for ages ago... end of the summer I think it was... well mum was talking yesterday to the sister of one of the women who DID get the job...
Apparently she's leaving in 2 weeks. Quitting because of the stress and workload. Says thay're all leaving in droves because it's so miserable keeping up with the reams of paperwork they have to get through every day.
There's a set number of applications that have to be processed each week and they all have to be perfect or you have to do them again, and you can't fall behind and you can't do this and you can't do that...
The money looked good and all, but seriously, if that's the case I think I had a lucky escape.
They were a miserable bunch of buggers and all (except the guy on reception cause he was... *rrrrrow*)
At least the folks I work with are decent company. One or two of 'em lead soap-opera lives, but on the whole they're ok.
And thus comes an end to yet another pointless post brought to you by Lady-T, founder of The House of T, waffler of random thoughts and tormentor of WolverMuses.
