Being a dharma bum

Although I am more partial to On the Road, I couldn't help but feel like a scourge on society as an unemployed, single 20 something living with my parents, being totally dependent upon my two younger sisters for their transportation and on my friends for making me feel better about life. I wanted to hit the road and leave it all behind, begin again, be a dharma bum...but this time something told me to stay.

Maybe I had given up on being unique, on having a story that no other had, on living my dreams out loud. I wanted to do something radical with my life, forget about the impediments...but alas there I was down the job centre again, with the woman who was going to help me find a job, obviously I must have some flaw if I'm not already in work so her stance went something like this. I sat down and she made no expression or comment. She looked at the computer screen and said to it, 'I'll just be a moment typing up your answers ok', to which I replied 'sure'. She then looked at me, still utterly expressionless and even, miserable, and said very slowly as if she was talking to a deaf 90 year old or a cabbage, 'What's your full name again?', I replied, to which her next question, equally as stupefied, went 'and what's your marital status?' with a horrible bone chilling extension on the 'ussss' in line with the valleys accent. This was the answer to my problems, treat everyone with unbecoming disdain, disrespect and un-human coldness and I'll be good enough to find other people work! What an example us poor working class roughs have to look at in the deepest depths of desperation, do we really need people like this in these positions. How about talking to me as if I have a Masters, not moving briskly past the subject of education and asking me for the fifth time do I know how to set up an email account!!

This author also seems to agree. Here is another similar story from 2010, surely things have to change soon!
http://www.dooyoo.co.uk/employment-services/job-centre-plus/1488378/