Went to the Job Centre Plus in Elephant and Castle today to do some research for a short I’m writing. There is a weird discontinuity here. The place was all modern with computerized job search podiums cum printing capabilities dotted around the place. Phones are available, and comfy sofas abound. Then, there are loads of 20somethings lounging around in track suits bitching about their benefits, innit.

I’m always perky about the benefits in this country. I can’t get over free health care. In America, my mom pays $1000 per month just to cover the various insurances she must have to make sure that she doesn’t die in some alley because she can’t afford medical care. But, back to the Job Centre. I just sat there listening in on the phone calls and conversations. Some people were really trying, but it was hard for them to concentrate with the incessant bitching going on. What a strange day.

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