Job Centre

Went down to the job centre today. I wore trainers, jeans and a baseball cap and seemed to fit in well. I spoke to a very nice lady who noted down the efforts I have made over the past week to find work. On my way out of the building I saw a chauffeur-driven Bentley pull up. Out stepped a twenty-something who made his way into the job centre. The Bentley drove off swiftly. What a great way to sign on.