Engineered: Chapter 5

Simon Says fuck that.

Job Seekers Allowance. JSA. Johnny JSA. Mister to you. But no, not really me. And I shall tell you for why. Because whilst I am actively un-seeking work, I am not getting an allowance. An allowance is only possible if one feels the need to swing one’s feet from under the duvet and shuffle them out through the weather towards the job centre. I am not inclined. Simon Says fuck that. Simon Says don’t talk to the vinegar-faced stool sample at the Job Centre who wants you to work in Asda. Simon Says Uber and Deliver-oops isn’t a job. Simon Says that £85.50 a week just ain’t gonna cut it for me to come and seek employment. Don’t seek employment, Simon Says. And this ties nicely into opinions. Do you remember those from the first monologue or diatribe or soul-searching prose that I done did write: