FLASHBACKS
So I thought I'd share some tales about the varied places I've worked over the years so take this as a cautionary annoucement, it might amuse you too and hopefully you might learn something.
I AM NOT NUMBER
So after a few months of being a number in the benefits system I reach rock bottom and realise I look forward to going to sleep since I don't have to worry about what I'm going to do to pass the time. Then one day during my weekly visit to the jobcentre ( the most ironic title ever in my opinion) I'm asked if I want to be part of a new program which involves working for a local charity , I thought hey what the fuck it's better than staying at home and wallowing in my self pity. So I start working at this shop near where I live and I'm going out in the van delivering and picking up used furniture and some of the things I saw in that 6 months are etched permanently onto my memory.
BLEAK REALITY
It's through seeing people who have nothing that you realise that you should be grateful for what you've got 'cause believe me when I say your way better off than the poor souls that I met in my time on the van. Case in point we go to a house somewhere in a bit of a "rough area" we find the house that we're delivering to it looks like it's been abandoned, the grass in the garden is up to my knees and there's a burnt out car down the street. The window in the front door is boarded up. The woman who lives there opens the door, she has the look of someone who had to grow up way too fast. The interior of the house looks just like the outside, we go through the kitchen into the living room where I realise there's no carpet and no furniture of any kind. There's 4 young children sat on the bare floorboards. Before I can stop myself the words "where do you want it" come tumbling out of my mouth. The woman looks at me as if to say "is that supposed to be funny?". This was just one of many places we went to, it's a well known fact that there are people out there worse off than you but you don't care because hey you don't know them and they don't know you right? I think everyone should have to go through experiences like I went through maybe then people would wake up from their apathetic daze. It was pretty obvious that drugs were spreading through the estate like a virulent disease. The kids had nothing better to do than steal cars,fuck like rabbits & get high. I can remember having to pull a needle from the bottom of my boot one time it was only later on I realised how serious that could have got. The houses were a mix between abandoned looking shells and miniature versions of Alcatraz with 8 foot fences topped with barbed wire. Every now and then you'd hear the sound of glass shattering somewhere and kids cheering. The most ironic thing of all was the fact that the main police station for the area was literally 'round the corner. You would think this would make the place safer than other areas evidently the opposite was true though. I may live in a relatively small town and complain how boring it is but I know now how grateful I should be that is "boring" and there aren't burning cars down the street. Nothing put me off drugs more than seeing people who had literally sold everything they owned just toget another fix of what ever it was they were addicted to. I'm not trying to preach to people I just thought there may be poeple out there who might benefit from reading this.
So I thought I'd share some tales about the varied places I've worked over the years so take this as a cautionary annoucement, it might amuse you too and hopefully you might learn something.
I AM NOT NUMBER
So after a few months of being a number in the benefits system I reach rock bottom and realise I look forward to going to sleep since I don't have to worry about what I'm going to do to pass the time. Then one day during my weekly visit to the jobcentre ( the most ironic title ever in my opinion) I'm asked if I want to be part of a new program which involves working for a local charity , I thought hey what the fuck it's better than staying at home and wallowing in my self pity. So I start working at this shop near where I live and I'm going out in the van delivering and picking up used furniture and some of the things I saw in that 6 months are etched permanently onto my memory.
BLEAK REALITY
It's through seeing people who have nothing that you realise that you should be grateful for what you've got 'cause believe me when I say your way better off than the poor souls that I met in my time on the van. Case in point we go to a house somewhere in a bit of a "rough area" we find the house that we're delivering to it looks like it's been abandoned, the grass in the garden is up to my knees and there's a burnt out car down the street. The window in the front door is boarded up. The woman who lives there opens the door, she has the look of someone who had to grow up way too fast. The interior of the house looks just like the outside, we go through the kitchen into the living room where I realise there's no carpet and no furniture of any kind. There's 4 young children sat on the bare floorboards. Before I can stop myself the words "where do you want it" come tumbling out of my mouth. The woman looks at me as if to say "is that supposed to be funny?". This was just one of many places we went to, it's a well known fact that there are people out there worse off than you but you don't care because hey you don't know them and they don't know you right? I think everyone should have to go through experiences like I went through maybe then people would wake up from their apathetic daze. It was pretty obvious that drugs were spreading through the estate like a virulent disease. The kids had nothing better to do than steal cars,fuck like rabbits & get high. I can remember having to pull a needle from the bottom of my boot one time it was only later on I realised how serious that could have got. The houses were a mix between abandoned looking shells and miniature versions of Alcatraz with 8 foot fences topped with barbed wire. Every now and then you'd hear the sound of glass shattering somewhere and kids cheering. The most ironic thing of all was the fact that the main police station for the area was literally 'round the corner. You would think this would make the place safer than other areas evidently the opposite was true though. I may live in a relatively small town and complain how boring it is but I know now how grateful I should be that is "boring" and there aren't burning cars down the street. Nothing put me off drugs more than seeing people who had literally sold everything they owned just toget another fix of what ever it was they were addicted to. I'm not trying to preach to people I just thought there may be poeple out there who might benefit from reading this.
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and thanks about the comic. even though it's kinda crap. but i'll improve at it with time.
plus that took bloody ages to do too