I have begun following some of the new blogs that have sprung up since the general election was announced. I resent being lumped together with everyone under 30 as one of the x-factor generation. Apparently we are those who will vote for a sad wannabe that eveyone knows will end up being manipulated by some rich manager but not in a general election
Aren't politicians and wannabe politicians also motivated by money and manipulated by big business? I do not follow X-Factor, but I did buy Killing in The Name.
Tell me what you stand for and why I should vote then I won't spoil my ballot paper. I am not even dignified with the name of floating voter. Though if you read the Indie blog www.indyeagleeye.livejournal.com that term has definitely been un-dignified. Politics of the playground, why should we be any different?
Friday 9 April 2010
Tuesday 6 April 2010
Blogscorrespondent
As there was no CS this week I am allowing myself to digress. Anyway my sentence is nearly over and I thought I would diversify. A few weeks ago I mentioned I read the Times when no one is looking, I also read The Indie from time to time. It seems that the Independent has appointed a blog correspondent for the duration of the election. Michael Bywater. So far he has commented on blogs by the famous and the lesser known. I bet he doesn't look at this blog.
Thursday 1 April 2010
Nearly at an end
First I thought I would have done my 240 hours by early January. Then there were all the Sundays when I was among those turned away (no work, no supervisors, no BUS!) so I thought it would be February, then there was the snow. But now I have 8 more hours to do, one day plus a couple of hours. Not this week though, it's Easter.
Some people don't seem to care how long the hours stretch out, it is just a way of life. A couple of weeks ago one bloke (I'll call him Steve) was on his last 6 hours. It was clear, yet again, that there would not be enough places on the one rotten bus that they had actually managed to get started that morning. The rule when you get near the end of your sentence is you are not to be stood down.
Steve was moved to the front of the line to make sure he got on the bus. Somehow he was counted then doubled back to the end of the line again behind me.
The dumb look on the supervisor's face when he thought he had a full bus and looked round and saw Steve made everyone laugh. Steve must have thought it was worth it but he's mad, he could have finishd that day but he didn't, just so that he could beat the system. It reminded me of the time when I had just begun CS and two boys stole all sorts of stupid worthless stuff from the school we were painting, just because it was there. I was a bit shocked then, not much surprises me now.
Some people don't seem to care how long the hours stretch out, it is just a way of life. A couple of weeks ago one bloke (I'll call him Steve) was on his last 6 hours. It was clear, yet again, that there would not be enough places on the one rotten bus that they had actually managed to get started that morning. The rule when you get near the end of your sentence is you are not to be stood down.
Steve was moved to the front of the line to make sure he got on the bus. Somehow he was counted then doubled back to the end of the line again behind me.
The dumb look on the supervisor's face when he thought he had a full bus and looked round and saw Steve made everyone laugh. Steve must have thought it was worth it but he's mad, he could have finishd that day but he didn't, just so that he could beat the system. It reminded me of the time when I had just begun CS and two boys stole all sorts of stupid worthless stuff from the school we were painting, just because it was there. I was a bit shocked then, not much surprises me now.
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