Silly, silly World.

Christ Almighty, I went down to Unemployment yesterday.  It was a goddamn nut-house down there.

Let me just say that I have been on Unemployment for about 42 weeks now.  And it’s my job to have to report there, down to Jamaica, every 8 weeks or so to assure the good folk down there that I have been ACTIVELY SEEKING EMPLOYMENT.   But this last time…whew.  NUT-HOUSE.

I dunno if It’s because of THE HOLIDAYS or something, but this time was different.  Every other time I went down there, everybody was pretty civilized and normally-behaved.

But this time was 2 days after Christmas, and they were like rabid freaking dogs or something.  First of all, it was crowded as hell.  I had never before experienced this type of Unemployment Crowd.  There was like a total shortage of CHAIRS, even, for us Unemployed souls to sit their Unemployed asses in.  The Unemployment Helper Girl had to go in search of some, even.  And STILL there weren’t enough – some folk still STOOD…

Anyway, this little pasty woman at the front of the room was trying to give advice about getting jobs and shit, but everyone was being noisy and crazy… and I sat and watched while this little pasty broad just got tired and eventually stopped talking. 

As soon as she stopped talking, one woman up front piped:  “So are we DONE here?”

But then some young dude in the back of the room yells:  “ECKS-KEY-OOOOOOOOZ   MEEEE, MAY-UM.  But ‘zactly W’HUT is thuh qualifications of d’at last thang yooz said?”

And this of course throws the entire works into a tailspin.  The pasty broad starts scouring her notes.  The sickened, tired woman up front starts sucking her teeth and she ends up being the over-riding factor here as she groans:

“MUTHAH FUCKAH AH AHM GONNA SLAP THAT CHILE’ ‘CROSS THE HAYDE.   GO HOME, BOY.  LET US ALL GO THE FUCK H O ME …” 

This somehow unleashes a fury…

And before the pasty broad could answer, everyone just jumps up – nearly simultaneously – and floods the doorway, pushes out the door.  AVALANCHE.   Or whatever.

Unemployment. 

Everyone there was so fucking pissed about having to actually BE someplace for ONE HOUR out of ONE DAY in 8 WEEKS… 

Oh, well…

See yaZ in 8 weeks, kids…