I'm a jaded, big city social worker. I'm not only a career counselor but as the senior guy around, I also approve and disapprove government funds for people who want or need to go back to school if they're to find gainful employment...this little function of my job makes me a very sought after guy; I'm either well loved or I need police protection. About 30% of those I see are people who skills are nonexistant or rusty, perhaps their jobs are now in India etc.etc. and I can work with that. The other 70% couldn't find employment even if we educated them 'till the cows come home ... there is societal dysfunction in the underbelly of every big city yet because of political correctness and antidiscrimination laws, I cannot speak the truth to them. A guy just gets out of prison after 30 years for hacking his wife to pieces, I can't mention the obvious. A twentyfive year old guy with spiked lime green and orange hair has his lip chained to his left nipple and wonders why he can't find work, I can't say "look in the mirror" (Permiggs, that wasn't you was it?). Its the same with all of them: murderers, rapists, child-molesters etc. etc. I can't tell a guy with five felony theft convictions that he's an insurance risk. I can't tell a child-rapist that opening a day care isn't an option. And where on earth do all these transvestites and transexuals come from? In my line of work, they're among the safest to have around but when it comes to finding a job, let's just say that there is a problem with the "first impression"...but I can't tell him/her that. It happened again just this morning: I got a call from the CEOs secretary who said "Gerry....ah....Gerry....ah...there's this really big guy in a dress up here asking for you". So the guards bring him to my office. Oh dear, not again! Here you have a guy with the movie star looks and the gym body most guys would kill to have... but massive bicepts and huge shoulders in a sleveless light cotton dress somehow doesn't present a good first impression however well groomed and impressively attired. But I can't tell him this because of political correctness and antidiscrimination laws...so I tell him to maybe go a little lighter on the makeup, I mention as fashionably as my limited knowledge allows that I don't think a sleveless dress is at all appropriate in February, I tell him that his large earrings are too pushy and the small and tastlessly cultured pearls in his necklace just don't make it because they merely look like dandruff in his chest hair... and that sliletto heels just don't make it with big hair when you're 6'4. Political correctness. I can't tell him the truth without getting sued or fired. I can't tell him he couldn't find a job if we trained him to be a brain surgeon! I can only advise him/her to "DRESS FOR SUCCESS". So my fellow aD brothers and sisters, what is you're advice to me in these matters? How can I best serve this segment of big city life?? Ah, don't feel bad for me my aD brothers and sisters for after fifteen years of this, one becomes rather jaded himself and develops his own dysfunctions equal to the task! God I love what I do! I'm the perfect man for the job! They're coming to take me away HE-HE..HA-HA...HO-HO!!!
LMAO!! No, that wasn't me! I'm just a normal looking guy, 5'11, 84Kg, brown hair 'FBI style' haircut, 5 tatoos in both my arms, 1 earing on my left ear... That's it... I would hate having a job like that! Can you imagine what it would be like if an Arnie looking tranny walked in my office... I would ROTFLMAO!! Then get the sack!!
Actually, there's a certain professional humor that develops with the job .... a rather perverse one I might add and as you can probably imagine. Being the biggest city in the state, we see all this stuff that the rest of the state doesn't. Whenever we meet other social workers from out of the city, they don't know what to make of us, think we're perverts and just as bad as our clients LOL! But you're from a much bigger city than even Philly so you must at least see here and there exactly what I'm talking about!
Like eveywhere, we got them here as well... LOL I don't live in London, i live a few miles north of it, but go to London enough to kinda know a few things and a few places... Mind you the place is so big that EVERYONE in London is lost... Anyway, in one of my few visits in there by train, i had this little group of punks sitting right next to me... The level of conversation was quite good... They were talking about the stock market(!) fluctuations at first then changed the subject to the oil crisis and by the time i left the train they were talking about tennis!! I couldn't believe it!! A bunch of guys with their hairs painted in blue, red, yellow etc, dressed in leather from top to bottom, talking about sh¦t that i wouldn't have a clue!
well leather cost money and so does hair gel.so what if they are punks or look like punks.they probably just use the share markets to make some money to buy $50 work of hair gel a week and buy italian leather jackets which can cost up to $800.
