God's truth ... I would rather be working than ill. I would love to get
up at 7:30am, drive myself to some work place, see familiar faces, sit
down at my computer and sink my teeth into a piece of work I didn't
finish the night before, greet my boss as he enters with his tie all
skewiff coz he slept on the settee again ... and then go to lunch with
colleagues, actually be able to eat food I like without worrying about
the repercussions it'll have on me later in the day or that it'll send
me to sleep within ten minutes of eating it. I'd like to sit watching
the clock through the afternoon waiting til I can drive myself home
again, and then STILL be able to do what I want with my own life in the
evening.
People don't realise the luxury they have. All of you out there who curse the sick for pushing your taxes up ... YOU get to work every day .. YOU then get to go home at the end of the day and do far more activity in those few hours after work than I have managed to achieve throughout my entire day ... YOU get to see people, whether that be to argue with them or socialise, you still see people ... and YOU get to build a life. Why the f*** would I have given myself a pay cut of over £12,000 to claim frigging benefits???
People don't realise the luxury they have. All of you out there who curse the sick for pushing your taxes up ... YOU get to work every day .. YOU then get to go home at the end of the day and do far more activity in those few hours after work than I have managed to achieve throughout my entire day ... YOU get to see people, whether that be to argue with them or socialise, you still see people ... and YOU get to build a life. Why the f*** would I have given myself a pay cut of over £12,000 to claim frigging benefits???
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