Work.

Work. Its probably the most talked about thing, aside from money, in the whole wide world. Basically, work = complaining. I'm no genious, but it doesn't take an expert to figure this out. Complaining is probably humanities biggest problem.

• People who have a job, complain about thier job.
• People who don't have a job, complain about not having a job.

So what do people want? Mad world. What really hits my nerve though, is when people say,

"OH, it's all these immigrants taking our jobs, leaving us decent British folk without jobs".

No. I for one welcome our friends from across the ponds. Immigrants do the jobs that the average British folk won't do, because the pay isn't enough for them. Take working in a KFC for example. The most you'll see in there are teenagers working part time, a middle aged white manager and a bunch of Pakistanis, Indians, Mexicans etc.. Why? Because they'll get paid peanuts and be satisfied with it. The man in the council house down the road, unemployed living off benefits, is sitting there right now, being bitter towards these people who come here for work and do just that, work. What a cop-out.

A wise man once said, "If it's hard to do, it's hardly worth it". Or something like that, I don't know. Welcome to 2010, ask yourself what you're contributing to society.

I work in a chipshop, I contribute to the food industry I think.

This made me laugh. I tried posting my blog to facebook, to show like the 1-2 people who actually read these. The capthca code they gave me was rather unsettling;


I don't know if you can read it, but it's Prefer Men. What?! Huh, random.

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Au Revoir kiddota.
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