are cunts.
I haven’t cunted for a while, as been busy with work. However, that period is coming to an end and I thought I would look around and see if I could find some part-time work to keep me during my impending retirement. Not looking for much, few days a week doing some nonsense. Easy peasy I thought – someone must need an old git who can still do some half decent maths and English. Obviously I haven’t dipped into the world of work for a while.
Oh dear and fuckity-fuck – what a bunch of cunts the whole job hunting thing is and, especially, agents and agencies. I saw a part-time job at a local college – basically baby sitting students. Ideal I thought – I’ll just send my cv in and Bob’s your uncle (or dad or sister here in Norfolk). How wrong I could be: you have to apply through n agency. Have to register with all sorts of details, then this common as muck slag calls me – all matey and smarmy. She then sends me some crap form to fill in online. IT went on for ever, had to watch shit videos about safeguarding, and prevent and FGM and….well, I lost the will to live. And then I finally got to the last page and it wants two references from recent work – FFS, I’ve spent 25 years self-employed. I don’t have any references from previous “employers” because I have employed myself! So I sent said slag an email – needless to say they can’t be arsed to reply.
How the fuck anyone gets a job nowadays I don’t know. I’m going to go to doc and say I’m depressed and get PIP – it will be a damn-sight simpler.
Nominated by Lord Cuntingford.




