Daily Indignity

So yesterday I attended a mandatory (mandatory, meaning I would no longer be eligible to receive unemployment benefits if I did not complete this activity) reemployment session at my county workforce center.  I fully expected this inconvenience to last ten minutes or less (I've done this before and that bitch wanted me out of there as fast as possible) but here's how it went:

I arrived punctually, ten minutes before my scheduled time of 10:30 A.M.  They ask me if I'm registered on the workforce center's website.  After I say that I am (and that I have been for years) they make me log in anyway, "just to make sure".  Then I have to sit and wait while they register two computer illiterate baby boomers.  Next, I sit through an hour long power point presentation in a sweltering conference room with four other people who have active unemployment claims and who probably have a combined IQ of 80.  THEN, I had to sit and wait while the presenter did an individual work search plan with everyone (mine took approximately thirty seconds because what do you tell someone to do when they've already done everything they can do?) and apparently some people had a lot of ground to cover.  And THEN,  I had to endure another pointless fucking presentation. In all, and hour and 45 minutes of my life wasted (poof - gone!) for something that should have taken five minutes in an individual session.  Unreal.  These sessions should not be conducted in a group setting if for no other reason than to maintain the dignity of those forced to attend.  And personally, I'm not interested in listening to the vulnerable adult who was laid off from her dish washing job lament about the difficulties she has because it's hard to find employers with "now hiring" signs hanging up in front of their businesses when you're driving around.  Whaaaaaa.....?  She's a special one, folks.  If that's her idea of searching for a job she has a long road ahead of her, and it's so avoidable!  Doesn't she know McDonald's is always hiring people with no skills?

Oh, and to the Department of Employment and Economic Development, here's something to ponder:  Your website contains over 80,000 active resumes and less than 60,000 posted positions, most of which are part-time and/or minimum wage.  Do the fucking math.  You see, in order to get a suitable job there needs to be one available which is not the case in the land of no opportunity a.k.a the black hole of death.  It's like I always said.  Whoever says we're in a recovery is high as a fucking kite.  Make no mistake, the recession is alive and well, maybe not in all parts of the country but certainly in this Midwestern shit hole.

Indoctrination of Justice?

Ok, I'm back.  Sorry.  Random appliances keep breaking and things keep flooding and life continues to be generally difficult because how else would it be?

Anyway, I would like to fill you in on a few developments.  FVT is down another HR representative, who also happens to be my spy on the inside.  While I'm happy this person will be moving out of the snake pit and on to much, much greener pastures (hopefully), I have to say I'm a little disappointed I will no longer have access to insider information.  The funny thing is that this person is particularly valuable to FVT and Chicken Little is not happy about her departure (but what did he expect???).  I know this because Chicken Little is no longer badgering her relentlessly about every-single-fucking-god-damned-thing-under-the-sun like he does to everyone.  When the sky stops falling, that's when you know Chicken Little is upset.  He gives himself away.  That idiot is the epitome of myopia, I tell you.

Also, Becca Bacon has been demoted to the position she originally held when she started with ISL, and she's not the only one.  Basically anyone thinner or prettier than Delores Umbridge (and trust me, it doesn't take much) was put back in the position they held before she started with the company (I must be blindingly beautiful, because I simply had to go).  Of course, she sent out a fluffy email making it sound like these people received some sort of promotion or something.  Clearly, she doesn't care about morale or the type of work environment she's creating.

Here's something else:  Out of the blue, I was contacted by an attorney who was hired to represent some disgruntled FVT employees.  Of course, I was only too happy to provide the information he was seeking, and I have more where that came from.  Story developing...  Cue BIG, EVIL LAUGH...