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Hmm, Titles…

Posted in Books, reminiscing, thoughts on 22/03/2016 by willsalt

I forgot I need to think of titles for these things…

Evenin’

I missed a whole year, exciting isn’t it? 2015 gone in the turn of a scroll wheel.

Okay, so other things have happened since I last said anything here. I got a job for one thing, 573 days ago. Ate pizza. Made more cakes. Ate steak…

It seems trying to remember a year by looking at the pictures on my phones isn’t very effective. It’s mostly food. Why was I photographing a steak that nice when I could’ve been eating it? Weird.

I remember it well… But I’m far too lazy to transfer that photo from my phone to the computer…

Poor audio balancing annoys me…

So we’re still doing that random side comments without context thing? Okay, I was hoping I’d outgrown that.

Which kind of leads onto why I’m writing this. Well, there are two reasons really, in no particular order, because let’s face it, it’s hard to order two things in any meaningful way.

Firstly, (or secondly, doesn’t matter really, although it would be easier to read them in the order I write them) part of me misses typing out my thoughts. Something nice about talking through the things in my head. I used to write this almost daily, then I moved onto Sodahead, alas that was closed down. The interesting forum side of it at least anyway, I think their pollware thing is still running. And lately I’ve just been talking to myself more and more. I’ll concede talking to myself has other perks, can do it anywhere, helps you make good decisions by talking things through, etc. But I miss the action of typing.

I used to type stuff for school, for Sodahead, and for these. Since Sodahead’s died, at work I mostly type numbers into forms, typing longform text has kind of stopped. And I really miss it. (I also miss my last desk, sure it wasn’t big enough for dual screens, but it was deeper, more space for wrists and keyboards.) Typing is just fun. Well maybe not fun, not in the way things like games are fun, but it just feels nice to do. A more kinetic way of expressing things? I don’t know, I was never really big on expression.

Secondly, censorship. To use the term very loosely, to the point of using it slightly wrongly. I stumbled across my blog accidentally today, and it’s been so long since I wrote this stuff most of it is basically new to me. I don’t remember writing it, I see some things here and think ‘yeah, that makes sense‘, and some of it makes me thing ‘that’s just stupid, you ignorant child!‘ and kinda want to beat myself with a stick. Not that that would help.

There’s a nice theory, can’t remember its name… The fallacious idea that we are ‘done‘. We think that who we are as people is who we will always be. We tend to acknowledge that five or ten years ago we were different, but we always find a way to justify to ourselves this idea that the person we are now is our final form and convince ourselves that we’ll be this way forever. Or at least until we die, because human immortality isn’t a thing yet. Not that anyone’s told me at least. Easy for me right now though, ten years ago I was literally a child.

Looking back at how different I was, in a way irritates me. Also amuses me. I’ve forgotten what point I was making…

Right, censorship, of myself. There’s a voice in my head that tells me to get rid of all that weird childish, whiny crap I used to write, to try and purge this taint from my history. Because what I used to write doesn’t feel like me, it feels wrong for me to leave it attributed to my name. However, if I remove it and I hiding the fact I change as a person? Would I end up in a cycle of posting stuff (less than once a year apparently) and then deleting it a couple of years later? Is that bad? Does anyone care?

Well, presumably no one cares, ’cause no one actually reads this. Well, its’ what 11 days since my last site view… And my site statistics don’t even tell my what search terms they used. That makes me sad…

I don’t really have a conclusion for this… How do I end it? I guess I could be over-dramatic and just end it all.

Except when people say ‘end it all‘ meaning ‘kill myself‘, I feel that’s just massively overstating their own importance. So no, I can’t end it all, unless I find a way to destroy reality.

Maybe if I break the Wheel and destroy the pattern… (Guess what book I’m reading)

I wonder if I’ve said any of this before…

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Willski

Cakes and the like

Posted in Food, thoughts on 12/04/2014 by willsalt

These heading tags come out really weird…

The following is ‘my’ cupcakes recipe. It was sort of stolen from the BBC food website initially, but I’ve tweaked things.

Cupcakes

  • 165g butter softened at room temperature
  • 165g caster sugar
  • 3 eggs, lightly beaten
  • 1 ½ tsp vanilla extract (2 is better)
  • 165g self-raising flour
  • 2 tbsp milk (more as much as is needed if it’s too thick)

 

  • 210g butter, softened
  • 420g icing sugar
  • 2 tbsp milk

(I halved the icing, seemed to have enough)

 

  1. Preheat the oven to 180°C and line an ammount of tin(s) with paper cases. I make 24, but your cases and tins may not be the same size.
  2. Cream the butter and sugar together in a bowl until pale. Beat in the eggs a little at a time and stir in the vanilla extract. (Just put them in a food processor, works well enough.)
  3. Fold in the flour using a large metal spoon, adding a little milk until the mixture is of a dropping consistency. (Just add it to the food processor, it works well enough.)
  4. Spoon the mixture into the paper cases until they are half full.
  5. Bake in the oven for 10-15 minutes, or until golden-brown on top and a skewer inserted into one of the cakes comes out clean. Set aside to cool for 10 minutes, then remove from the tin and cool on a wire rack.
  6. For the buttercream icing, beat the butter in a large bowl until soft. Add half the icing sugar and beat until smooth.
  7. Then add the remaining icing sugar with one tablespoon of the milk, adding more milk if necessary, until the mixture is smooth and creamy.
  8. Add food colouring if you’re so inclined, or flavouring if it suits you and mix until well combined. I opted for a teaspoon of vanilla extract. Or was it vanilla essence? Something like that…
  9. Spoon the icing into a piping bag and pipe the icing using a spiralling motion onto the cup cakes in a large swirl, or whatever pattern suits you to be honest.

9 steps? How Tzeentchian.

Picture time. If these are familiar, it may be because you’re friends with me on facebook, or because they’re in the post that preceeded this one by maybe 20 minutes.

Cupcakes

Cupcakes! Piping Icing attempt 1 – Questionable success

Multi-flavoured cakes

Multi-flavoured cakes

 

Heh, there are some very weird pictures in my library…

And one of my other favorites, also the other recipe I routinely cook… It’s just the two really… I mean there’s the odd set of biscuits or scones or something, but they’re usually one offs.

Butterscotch sponge pudding

  • 120g self-raising flour (’cause I’m too lazy to get baking powder)
  • 1 pinch salt
  • 120g sugar
  • 200ml milk
  • 1 egg, lightly beaten
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 85g butter melted

 

  • 140g brown sugar
  • 4 tbsp Golden Syrup
  • 250 ml water

 

  1. Pre-heat oven to 180°C
  2. Sift flour, sugar, salt, & baking powder into bowl (note, flour, not flower as I initially mistyped, petals and pollen may upset the flavour, and it might nor rise so well) (oh, and you can just put this lot in a food processor too)
  3. Add milk, melted butter, whisked eggs, Vanilla Extract and whisk well
  4. Put mixture in greased dish
  5. Make topping by heating ingredients in saucepan until boiling
  6. Pour into dish
  7. Be astounded by the higher density of the butterscotch stuff causing it to sink below the sponge mix
  8. (If unintelligent people who don’t understand density are present) Proclaim yourself a magician/wizard
  9. Bake for 30-40 minutes

That one I can’t find pictures of. It’s a recipe I got off my mother though, and she got it off of daytime television, ouring the butterscotch stuff (or whatever it is) through the cake mix amused her, so she had me make her one. The ‘original’ had bananas and something in though, so was completely inedible. This version is much better.

I don’t trust princes…

Posted in Emski, Family, Friendlings, Rants, reminiscing, tedium, thoughts on 12/04/2014 by willsalt

Good evening my feline friends.

Speaking of cats, lucky seems to be ill or something, she’s thinning, balding, and no longer stronger than me.

Anyway, I recently completed a Get Into programme with the Princes Trust, which for the most part was interesting and probably useful. Don’t want to just say it was useful as an absolute, because it finished at about 13:00 today, (probably yesterday by the time I post this) so it’s not really had a chance to prove its worth, but I’m sure its time will come. The only real negative experiences came from being forced to stand up in front of a horde (crowd? Audience?) and the curtailing of my creativity by those who don’t appreciate humour in serious presentations. Which is understandable, although choose to feign offence at the way this was ‘explained’ to me.

Anyway, negativity aside I had four weeks of unpaid work, driving for 80 minutes a day, learning new software, and a ridiculous amount of cake-baking. Well, not ridiculous really, you can never have enough cake, I may have made 96 of the things in under a week but more cake can’t be a bad thing. And I learned how to pipe icing, which to be totally honest wasn’t directly related to the Princes Trust in any way, but they sort of coincided so I’ll ignore the obviously fallacious nature of the assumption the two are related. I’ll see which pictures I took survived and throw them in here somewhere…

As much as I hate to praise things, at least things that aren’t me, I do have to say it was generally good. Well, I don’t have to say that, but honesty is a thing when humour’s not involved, so yeah…

On that note, I mentioned the curtailing of creativity, because I like alliteration, and because in the final presentation/celebration/whatever we have to do a little speech thing, and talk about how the programme was. In the interest of not being antagonistic, or a dick, I wrote a nice one on the Thursday (I say wrote, it was transcribed by someone whose writing is more script than scrawl, relatively speaking at least) that more or less said the stuff they wanted to hear without straying far from the truth. Of course, this being me I also had the more… me-ish version, which in my opinion is decidedly more interesting. Not as refined as I’d have liked, I meant to work on it Thursday night but I got distracted by Warframe so that didn’t happen. Instead it was rushed on Friday morning, as with everything I write it’s a combination of blunt honesty, crude humour, mildly offensive remarks, and comic exaggeration and omission all jumbled together to make a poorly constructed mess of words that amuses me. The hope was that it’d also amuse my peers, ‘cause I try to be entertaining from time to time. Then of course someone had to go and try to take it seriously, but let’s not get into that. Anyway, the following is my speech, more or less as I wrote it this morning, except in Calibri right now, for you probably whatever font my blog uses, but I don’t actually remember what that is… There are also a few tweaks to wording, the odd little addition, most of which are things I thought of on Thursday but didn’t think of again so soon after sleeping. Really addles you brain, that whole unconsciousness thing. Final disclaimer, ‘cause apparently I feel the need to repeat myself a lot, this is mostly insincere, comical cynicism designed to amuse myself and those who think similarly to me, so don’t take it as an attack, or admission of anything, very little of it is wholly true.

 

Good evening, my name is Will Salt, I’m 20 years old, probably, and I come from Swannington; which I say because it sounds better than Coalville. I have spent the last four weeks (well, three and a half really) working with the IT Development team at Lakeside house. While there I have learned how to use Qlick-View and how to pipe icing. Unfortunately as during those four weeks the IT department neglected to provide me with any log-in credentials I’ve been unable to do much actual work.

I joined this programme primarily to gain work experience, but also to try to gain confidence or ability in social interaction. As you may be able to tell from the fact I’m not reading this out, that didn’t go too well. So while in theory this course/programme looked useful, in reality it turned out to be less than exceptional (through chance, not design) but still an interesting experience.

I hope that my less-than-honest claims of what this course did for me will help me find employment, although in reality I think it’s just allowed me to stay away from the jobcentre for four weeks. That and given me the opportunity to do some baking and pipe icing.

However all negativity aside, I would like to thank the IT Development tea, for an interesting few weeks, and my fellow princes trust plebs for entertaining me on our college days; especially the banter of Leah and James that amused me enough to bother with the second day of the programme. And of course thanks to whichever half-wit dared to read a speech written by me, you’ve allowed me to laugh at myself without looking quite as narcissistic as I might had I spoken the words myself, and congratulations on interpreting this unintelligible scrawl.

Have fun, ta-ta.

 

That’s actually a lot more, tame shell we say, than the original I had in my head. Remind me to format that properly before I post it…

Sort of entertaining right? Maybe, I don’t know, it amused me anyway. Not sure why I’m assuming you’re disagreeing with me on that, because you probably don’t exist. Seriously, I look at the viewer statistics for this thing, most of the hits are from people looking for pictures of trees, saucers or, invisible cookies. And a lot looking for information about Toby Turner for some reason… Why you’d go to a sight called ‘Willski’s Ramblings’ for that is beyond me… anyway, back on topic, no one reads this. If you are reading it, I don’t like you anymore; you’re making a liar of me. 😀

Anyway, after that I had to write a new one, which would fit within their guidelines of acceptable content, for which I’d like to thank Nina for transcribing my inane utterances and forming some sort of coherent speech out of them (and maybe to apologise, my irritation at being taken seriously may have left me less than polite. Scratch that, I don’t apologise) and of course for then reading that speech out for me, as me in front of a large-ish group, hardly capable of talking.

Now I’m being sort of nice, for me at least, that’s weird…

And, people took pictures, in which I look murderous according to Gingee.

 

My fellow Princces-Trust-ers, among others.

My fellow Princces-Trust-ers, among others.

Don’t like being photographed, couldn’t they have hired someone to weave a tapestry or something? It’d have been more interesting.

Anyway, in conclusion (not that anyone has asked) would I recommend other unemployed young people try the Princes Trust Get Into programme? Well, no, I don’t usually recommend anything, reality is too subjective, but I wouldn’t recommend they don’t bother with it either which coming from me is probably as good as you can hope for.

I’ll follow this with my cupcake recipe ‘cause I said I would. On the basis of an off-hand comment or joke I’ve made a lot of cakes lately, given the relative lack of effort needed to post a recipe it’d seem rude not to.

Aside from that, the midget’s coming back.

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

-Love Willski.

 

Well those pictures have come  in in the wrong order… Ehh, too lazy to fix it.

Multi-flavoured cakes

Multi-flavoured cakes

Cupcakes

Cupcakes! Piping Icing attempt 1 – Questionable success

Late night ramling/wittering/something-ing

Posted in thoughts on 09/02/2014 by willsalt

Good evening.

As you may have seen if you’re friends with me on facebook, I’m currently putting off putting on new bed sheets, and as usual the need to do something inspired me to do something else, so hi blog-readers! Don’t you have something better to be doing than reading this? I know I have better things to do than write it…

Unfortunately, as usual, I have nothing to write about, so I’m just going to babble a bit… Or maybe ramble… or witter incessantly… I haven’t decided yet. OR I might do something totally new!

There’s a calendar over there, that I bought for Emski for Christmas. When it got here aside from being about 44 days late (depending where you count from) it was also 10.4% useless. Now it’s 10.95% out of date, maybe, I’m not sure I trust my maths skills…

But perhaps more amusingly, the front of it looks like this:

Emski's Calendar

It’s a calendar, for an Emski

Assuming I remember to add the pictures before posting this. I did! HUZZAH! Imaginary Cookie for me! Hungry now… 😦

And it was shipped to me like that, in its plastic wrap. Honestly I expected a box or one of those large jiffy-bag things (or some other brand), but nope, they just stuck a label with my name and address on the back of it… Which is nice… a charity calendar filled with scantily clad men being posted to me… The paranoid/narcissistic part of my brain is concerned it may mislead people about my character…

Of course, the rational part knows that no one cares, doubts anyone even thought about it (aside from my parents who expressed concern) and if they did, the chances of them linking those thoughts to me is infinitesimal given how few people actually know me. But hey, I’m British; I have to find something to complain about. What else…

Personal update, I’m still unemployed, this whole out-of-work thing is pretty dull, I wouldn’t recommend it.

I’ve been watching Babylon Five, or at least I was until Saturday morning when at around 02:00am I didn’t feel like getting out of bed to change the disk, so I just put The Vampire Diaries on, on Netflix. Now I’ve just started season 3, the whole Elena’s birthday/hunt Steffan thing. I forgot how much of that show I don’t like, lots of it is funny, which is nice, and some of the plots are interesting, which is also nice… But a lot of it is just dull, predictable crap…

Sticking with TV shows, Teen Wolf season 3b is five episodes in in America, in this country its… not… Unless you feel like saying ‘arr’ a lot, and losing seemingly random appendages. Which is irritating, because I like that show for some reason. I think it’s largely because it’s a werewolf show… although I will admit that the plots are getting pretty decent… Well, acceptable. Obviously being a supernatural fantasy show thing, they’re going to be a bit dodgy, but they’re still entertaining.

What have we got so far? Complaining that people may have been misled into thinking I’m a homosexual, and comments on two TV series widely believed to be aimed at teenage girls… Also a passing reference to Babylon 5…

My brother concludes, from my fondness of those TV shows that I am a homosexual (those italics weren’t necessary) so technically everything that got more than one sentence is linked. And other links (e.g. subjects of calendar appearing in the Teen Wolf, and the matching Genres of the shows)…

Anyway, let’s see if I can think of something to talk about that’s not notorious for scantily clad men… because while I started off by asserting I’m not a homosexual, I haven’t done much to suggest otherwise.

Right now two topics spring to mind, one is my analysis of my own writings and apparent obsession with my sexuality, and the possibility of it being misperceived. The other is Tim Minchin, ‘cause I’m watching that again. The latter would make little sense to someone who doesn’t know it and the former is just expansion on the topic I was trying to get away from…

So, to reiterate, so far as I’m aware I’m not a homosexual, I like shows aimed at women, and I’m too tired to put new sheets on my bed, so I’m just not sleeping, hardly a viable alternative. And I’ve wasted 20 minutes writing this.

So back to Tim Minchin and the Heritage Orchestra, if you ever watch it more than once, pay some attention to the orchestra. A few lines of them trying to sit there straight faced and serious, it’s kind of funny seeing how often they ‘crack’ and start laughing, especially when they’re playing.

‘Nother personal update, I rubbed my eye and got an eyelash in it… Ow. Well, not ‘ow’ so much as mild discomfort…

Anyway, I clearly have nothing interesting to say, so I guess I’ll go play with bedding… How terribly dull…

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski.

UPDATE: When changing bedding, I managed to cut my finger on a length of thread. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it after all.

New year…

Posted in Rants, thoughts on 02/01/2014 by willsalt

Good evening.

Have a new year!I’m not going to assume it’s happy or great or anything, but it does appear to have happened, or at least to have started, so have one. Or half of one, you might die in July. That’s a tad morbid, but possible…

2013, that was a year. If you’re expecting some big summative comment then remember who you’re talking to, I’ll go so far as to say it’s over, here at least. I’m not going to say anything like ‘it was a great year’ or ‘a long year’ or anything. It was another year, it was around the same length as the rest of them, or at least the recent ones, and some stuff happened. Goof stuff, like I got to watch Season 3 of Teen Wolf without having to break the law (which I didn’t expect to happen until 2014) and some bad things, like I failed to complete my college course, and spent the remaining 6 months of the year on the doll, volunteering trying to teach ‘silver surfers’ how to use a computer (among other things).

With those being my examples for good (watched a TV show) and bad (life prospects all but ruined) you may be able to figure out the way I’m leaning on the quality of the year. But hey, it was fun and that’s what I live for. Well, entertaining… Be it the ~1000 hours I racked up on Star Trek Online, or watching family and friends getting drunk and doing pretty weird and slightly disturbing things on Christmas that I’m trying to purge from my memory it certainly wasn’t boring.

So looking forward, we have 2014. We’re a little over 23 hours in so far, and as expected it’s almost exactly like last year. The only real difference I’ve noticed so far is that it says ‘2014’ in the bottom right corner of my computer screen, rather than 2013.

2014

See?

I think at this point it’s probably expected that I’ll start reeling off a list of resolutions like ‘exercising more’, ‘being more positive’, ‘not killing too many people’ or something. I’ve seen some pretty great ones posted online, like ‘smile more’. It wasn’t a ‘try to be happier’ or anything, just try to convince everyone you’re happy with a hollow fake smile.

But I won’t. Sure, I’ll mock everybody else’s, but I don’t see the point in new year’s resolutions. If you want to change something about yourself, go ahead and give it a go, but don’t set yourself some vague goal you’re not going to stick to just because it’s the new year. It’s bloody irritating having to listen to you all wittering on about them…

And in two weeks listen to you trying to justify breaking them because ‘it’s only been two weeks, I’ll get back into it’.

And then by February you’ll have completely forgotten, or at least repressed, the fact you ever decided to do it in the first place and start saying things like ‘I need to lose some weight’, ‘everything is doomed!’ or ‘what am I going to do with all these bodies?’

Yeah, that got a bit negative there… On the plus side (or perhaps not if you know the context) that 198 is going to try to get to 201. Not very well though, given that it’s four people, not three… That said one of them does just hide under the bed so he might not count… Tell me what I’m talking about and I’ll be amazed someone actually reads this crap.

Anyway, enough with the cryptic sidenotes, I’ve kind of left myself with nothing to say here, so moving on.

I’m not going to say ‘I hope you had a great Christmas/new year/2013/other’ because honestly for most of you I just don’t care, and saying it now is pointless. Can’t change the past and a motivational speech afterwards doesn’t really help. So let’s go with this for 2014, try to have the year you want. Someone or other said we make our own destiny, (although they might’ve been wrong, because Bungie are making one for us) so do that. Try to have a good year if you want one.

Yeah, I tried to get positive for the end, didn’t really work did it? So I’m just going to say ‘Thanks for reading’ before I risk driving anyone to suicide.

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

-Love Willski.

Good Evening.

Posted in Benski, Family, reminiscing, thoughts with tags , , , on 12/07/2013 by willsalt

Good Evening.

This is my third post with that as a name, without an extension commenting on the frequent use of the name anyway.

I posted two little rants earlier, I think one yesterday and one today, ‘cause I haven’t been here for a while, and I kind of miss complaining.

But that aside, hello to the probably none of you who read this, I wouldn’t want to overestimate my readership by assuming there’s at least one of you, I reckon that’d be optimistic. Quick recap, in the last couple of months, what have I been doing? Short answer, nothing. My college course officially ended near the end of last month, although I’ve still got a bit of work left to submit attendance is no longer required.

I regained my obsession with Teen Wolf, the MTV series of perhaps questionable quality that I like more than is rational, not the good one with Michael J Fox. Partially because season three is being broadcast in America. Not that that’s useful for me in England, I get to read people talking about how good it is, but not to watch it myself. Kind of frustrating. So I’m sitting here, listening to Voltaire’s Bitrektual, waiting for them to release it on DVD (which will probably June next year if they follow their previous patterns, although with no UK Broadcaster yet this year that may change, and probably not for the better) or for Ben to buy DS9 on DVD so I can steal that, and watch Trill prance around Terok Nor, being chased by Jem’Hadar.

 

Guess which three words in this post Microsoft Word (or, well, my Microsoft word) doesn’t know and I’ll give you an imaginary cookie.

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski.

Mini-rant #2, JSA

Posted in Rants, thoughts with tags , , , , , , on 12/07/2013 by willsalt

Good Evening.

Are any of you currently on JSA? For those of you who are unaware for whatever reason, that’s Job Seekers allowance, commonly referred to as the doll. Unemployment benefits so you can not-starve-to-death while searching for work. Provided to the unemployed, assuming they’re deemed to be actively searching for work.

I’ve been on this twice, for a few weeks before I went to college (between being rejected by universities because I’m too lazy to pass exams and being accepted by a college as a last resort) and I’m back on it now that the college course has ended.

The first time, nearly two years ago, they’d talk to you about your particular situation, and come up with something that’s supposed to be tailor made for you. This however seems to have changed somewhat. Rather than a case by case analysis they’re merely stamping the same thing on everyone, with some rather odd requirements.

There’s a 90 minute travel time for jobs, which in theory I’m not opposed to, but it’s hardly easy to measure, and frankly would be pretty damn inconvenient if got one at that end of the scale. A journey that’s 90 minutes at 13:00 on a weekday could easily be two or two and a half hours come rush hour. A name I don’t think is overly appropriate, while people are rushing they’re not moving as much as they would be at other times, maybe we should call it “frantically not moving really more like two hours”, or is that long winded?

Then there’s an understandable you “must apply for any job you are capable of”. Well, who judges if you’re capable? I’m academically qualified to be a warehouse operative lugging boxes around, but I’m certainly not capable, unless they’re empty boxes. That said, most of these jobs ask for experience in the environment, well I have no experience in warehousing, so does that mean I can’t apply for those?

Then they say “You must apply for three jobs a week”. Well, in theory that’s easy to. I can grab the first three off the list. But I don’t, you’re expected to only apply for things you could get. For me, that rules out any job that asks for prior experience, which is pretty much everything on the listings I’ve seen.

Well, this quite obviously leads to people applying for jobs they’re not appropriate for, and who does that help? Well employers have to sift through the inappropriate applications that they just dismiss, and so increases hassle for them. Job seekers are forced to apply for things they won’t get or aren’t entirely appropriate if they want to keep, you know, eating. That combined with the “you must accept any job you’re offered” no doubt results in more people ending up in inappropriate jobs, and ending up unemployed again within a few months.

I guess in a way it’s good for the Job Centre people, they can say “look how many jobs our job seekers are applying for.” And skip over the fact they’re grossly inappropriate, and the fact relatively few are actually getting hired.

Although that last part’s probably bad for them if people notice, or at least not exceptionally good…

As a job seeker, I still apply for the few appropriate jobs, but if that happens to be less than three a week, I have to waste my efforts applying for things I know I won’t get to make sure I can, you know, live.

That seems like a slightly flawed system that they’ve moved on to, at least in my mind.

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski

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