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The Industrial Camouflaging Unit



I need a job. And fast. What savings we brought with us are worth practically nothing in the current cosmos. And there's surely no better silo to one-stop-shop at than REM's through the pages of the only other thing apart from bookies pens that come free in our Caligulaville; Veritas: Hackney Today. The featured job in the current edition is:

Affordable Housing Monitoring and Development Officer
Directorate Neighbourhoods & Regeneration
Service Area Regenerations & Planning
Salary £35,055 - £37,851
Shift Pattern Full Time - 36hrs, Monday / Friday

Securing the best housing services for Hackney residents

Now that Jamie Carswell has fired off to Tower Hamlets maybe there's a chink of light after years of clinkers.

There seems to be a category error though.

James Simpson, The Housing Association & Partnership Officer, describes the job as "a new role." And that, in the process of liaising with Hackney's shtick - systemic, endemic, all-pervasive nepotism & cronyism, sharks & 'Because I'm worth it' 'doers', x-council officers & councilors who have lashed together parasitic charities, trusts, consultancies, instantaneously megalithic Quangos worth billions, wide-boys like Jack Petchey, slum landlords, on-shore, off-shore, We're 101% sure! tin-pot lacquered Greens with dreads & braces who 'Save Money 4 Business!' sharks, bulls, bears, lickspittles, Mark Thatcher-doppelganger invade-Africa Malthusian scum of the earth, global Mafiosi, copywriters specialising in Millennium-Olympic-Wharf lingo, second-home MP's. Ed Balls, Isaac Leibowitz & Paul Thomas, can you tell them apart? Church Street estate agents who operate as if they're Sir Walter Raleigh courtiers laying coats down over the backed-up sewage feature abutting yr new farmers market cum-mews-cum converted lunatic asylum Olympic, Twin Tower, Tianamen Square, Stasi-Khazi - "And the winning name-the-shithouse entry comes from little Jamsie Carswell an aged six & a half, who says he has just moved to Hades, but thinks the Gents Tower should be called...wait for it...Mark Trotter Wharf!..(prolonged clap). So lets see what the Ladies entrance will be called...it's...Stamford Hill Station After Dark Tower!" A magnanimous noble & morally uplifting gesture you so poorly deserve considering the way they're about to get you so far into mortgage debt you actually feel yr a millionaire called negative equity -
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"We can deliver more when we work together,"

This is a statement so benignly uncontroversial & yet -ing overestimates an ineluctably dialectically benign cowboy job on raising the roof straight off what the Jules Pipe has been going on; keep that feeling of ~ what the Luke Akehurst are you doing up at this roll-up Sunday morning stood on the Downs? Or yr still awake talking coke/shop/shop/coke & you begin choking up 60's bruitist concrete like broken biscuits, as another-another-another tower block got demolished ~ that I feel a need for reflection; if they're that shit why are most still left standing?

The irreal reality here is much, much more complex than one first imagined. So much so that One has begun writing in the 3rd person to affect a lack of engagement & a cynical deterministic behavioural method a la Stephen Pinker, Abraham Maslow, Carl Rogers, Basil Bernstein & even including the hotch-potch of will to power & fairies in the Steiner skools - Be free One's children, run free! Until yr 7 & Shh! Concentrate! Concatenate! Conjugate! Sprouting up all over Hereford in the wake of Fred West. Because the Tories are more than happy milking the cash-cow in the hydra-headed mad-cow borderlands, where folks munch 2 whole raw onions in their sticky 6-fingered claws, didn't we have a lovverly time the day we went to Bangor and all for under a pound Diddlely-Bump-Terrara, bowling along the street; setting up hippy boot-camps, anything! And anyway they do it Organic dirt cheap on a shoestring, well - felt, pipecleaners & shoestrings - & if necessary crack the Chris Woodhead whip enough they're so glad of any attention to their knitting-pattern, woodlander-volk, hokuspokus they'll do it buckshee all for the love of it! And for those free-range poultry inputs you get guaranteed outputs - destabilised pedagogy, rote curricula, teacher pay-cuts, slashed pensions & draconian working conditions! So who cares, give them their wacky blue-eyed, Teutonic, theosophical, refreshed dehydrated phrenological head - they're just harmless fruitcakes anyway with authoritarian leanings, One has kein problem!


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It is essential that you include a supporting statement, addressing how your skills, knowledge and experience would enable you to meet all aspects of the post, as indicated in the job description and person specification.

Closing date for applications 9 April 2010

One doesn't have much time to apply, & so much knowledge to discover! But Edmond Halley is at this very moment seeking a job of employment that fits with no remainder, 101%, this very same post - by the way what happened to the post, it never arrives. Like no other constellation in the galaxy as if designed for One by Urizen! Let the application download begin! Tick the boxes, here One comes!

Here Comes Everybody!