The Job Centre Has A New Useless Contraption

Well fucksticks, I was made redundant a few weeks ago and have been forced to join the great unwashed, feckless masses until I secure my next tiptop multi-million pound employment opportunity designing rocket launch trajectory systems for ISIS (JOKE!!)

One upside is I get to laugh at the technological black hole of inordinate stupidity that are the design decisions dotted around the job centre office, like this wee gem:

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And for the rest of this post I’m going to adopt an Irvine Welsh narrative because ah fuckin can ya wee bam. Continue reading “The Job Centre Has A New Useless Contraption”