CLOCK WATCHING,
AGENCY CUNTS
Numerous times I have joined a work placement agency
to do a mind numbing brain dead moron work,
been on the poverty line. Hard up, broke.
Take your documents in, sign on the dotted line
and you belong to us right now. Send me to a crap place
with crap people for crap money for a crap agency.
Staff UK sent me to Constellation Luggage in a run down
Victorian cotton mill, £3.60 per hour. Sorting out suitcases
busting your balls emptying cargo containers,
stacked floor to ceiling, from Red China.
Up to three separate places on as many days
when I worked a week. If the cunts have not paid me
the week later, where was I at? At Fashion Logistics
sorting out clothes; you can’t even take a shit
without the cunts interrogating you.
Don’t like it there? Walk home down the motorway
from Castleton to Oldham, be picked up by the Old Bill, taxi!
To Rescource agency, to be placed at Bernstein plc, Middleton.
A real flat pack shithole! C’mon you cunts! First the bits flat
into the boxes, have to beat the record! Xxx many thousands,
beat the other line! You lad, who me? Yes, you! You havent put
the piece in flat, we had to stop the line. Fuck you,
I don’t give a fuck, I’m only here coz they won’t give me my dole.
I left another shit job – Park Cakes mental asylum.
I eye up all the birds all day and listen to the radio, c’mon 4pm!
Agency cunts at Rescource agency even charge me £3 a day
for the privelage of going to their crap job. The boss is okay, short
skirt
and bare legs, I’d fuck it. Late night drinks in Manchester for this
Yorkshire bint.
I waited one and half hours once to be picked up, at 5.30pm—
guess who drove thru the gates to the small pond/nature reserve
in her Pug206? Kerry to meet her fuck, didn’t give a toss about me.
Then my lift came, bitch, no doubt as your fuck came up you, Bernstein plc
style.
After that shit I went on the dole for nearly a year, 2001.
My, it was a sweet time paid for doing fuck all but my book “Juniper’s
Daughter”.
I did other agency work, same old shit but cash went up slightly.
Real shitholes like Shiloh (shithole) by Primetime Placement agency,
primetime pricks. The gelled up prick in a shirt who drove a new Golf said to
me:
“We have a cushy (crap) job, we can’t seem to fill it. Not sure why?”
(You should try this, you puff). I lasted two weeks, I wonder why?
Packing nappies for Welsh pensioners, shitty arsed gits! Guess what? I
packed
all the wrong ones on purpose, how funny is that?
I worked with a professional Bangladeshi gang member who was going
straight,
after killing a man in a car crash, a psycotic metal head
and a burned out 30-year-old ex-rocker. My boss was a cunt,
he told me off for swearing on my first morning, the fuckin’ wanker.
Guess what I did? Went on the dole again and stayed there
three long povery stricken lazy years doing my poems in my mouldy council
flat.
Did a bit more agency work with Esprit agency at DTS—that was okay.
I loved working with the girls, some hot ones there! I used to wank
over them when I got home. Last agency work I did was crap
in more ways than one, moving shit for Epping council at Cory Enviromental
with New Wave agency, Aug and Sep06. Finished that, onto the dole again,
not in smelly Oldham but in posh Essex! How I’ve moved up in the world.
Been on it four months now, no new job. What will I do next?
More crap agency work? I’m registered with Blue Arrow, Triangle,
Adecco and one I forget. Not got a single day’s work, what does that say?
All fuckin’ crap! Run by southern pussies.
I won’t mention my temp to perm crap jobs that weren’t agency
but here’s a taster – Littlewoods, Glyn Webb and Dunelm come on down!
I nearly forget, one agency put me down as a fork lift truck driver
at a shithole hire and fire ’em place called Metool.
Yet I was told I would be a van driver’s mate and then a lorry driver, not
flt.
What the fuck’s going on? I walked out halfway thru my 3rd day…
all crap! The dole is calling…
