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Goodbye Hayley, Good Riddance

Professional at all times...

Yes, it was the last in the series of my favourite televisual trainwreck, the Fairy Jobmother. I'm sure, in these relentlessly tough economic times, she'll be back.

I've made my feelings clear about the show and this final episode clung to that formula I've come to know and hate. There was one difference though, the lady with mental health issues. What can I say; why was she even allowed on the show? Clearly not ready - and yet compelled to wander the streets of Southend with a big sign saying 'I want a job'. Good grief, it's sickening how low Channel 4 will stoop these days. She couldn't cope and left the proceedings part way through, never to be heard from again, not even during the epilogue. Erased out of existence. I also thought that Hayley's attitude could have been better: she's not giving up, she's not having a wobble - she's not well, and that isn't a crime nor is it some symptom of a lacking character or a lack of moral fortitude.

So in conclusion, what else can I say? Well what I will say is that this episode reinforces the idea that a lack of work breeds fecklessness and indolence. Even Sue had to correct Hayley that she, despite her problems, didn't idle her time away. Why continue to protray working in some dull as dishwater minimum wage job (unless that's what you choose to do freely, in which case good luck to you, since choice is what it's all about) as the only valid choice for a decent life?

People have lives; work is only a part of that. Why on earth do we continue to reduce human experience to such bland terms? Just for money? The unemployed (and indeed the employed) could be inspired to be productive in many progressive and elevating ways: art, music, poetry, writing, teaching, crafting. Why are none of these explored? They can elevate culture - they can make money. Yet instead we pay the unemployed a begrudged pittance and then criticise them for not spending every waking moment in such noble activities as cleaning up after other people. That's right Hayley had them using what looked like toothbrushes to clear up graffiti they themselves were not responsible for. Yet working people aren't compelled to participate for the benefit of their community int his way; so what happens if everyone is employed? Who do we get to clear up these messes as it seems we don't care about getting those actually responsible to learn the lesson of clearing up their mess.

I will finish by saying that I'm more convinced than ever that the jobs the clients apply for at the end of the show are clearly not what they seem; whether provided in agreement with Channel 4 or what, I don't know. But the whole thing is staged: jobs that are heavily subscribed by applicants with direct experience (the clients themselves lack). Not only that, but the day afterward they employers all ring straight back to pass on the stage-managed good news, one after the other! How many times have you been contacted the day after an interview to be told the outcome - never mind one after the other in this fashion. So no other candidates to interview, no decision making process. If that isn't clear enough evidence this entire farce is a sham then god help you.


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