Don't kid yourself

All over the news today: a report on discrimination in the workplace has found that women with young children fare worst of all when it comes to employment.

Not in my workplace they don't - mothers with young children milk it for all it's worth, pardon the pun. Wee Johnny only has to sneeze and they're taking five days off because 'the child's not well'. In fact, there's women in my workplace who, having managed to be absent for most of the year because of their brats, then get their promotion boards. Who are they, Paul fucking Daniels? How can you prove your suitability for work at the next grade when you're never there to do the work at your current grade? I can hear toes treading lightly among the management.

Anyway...

As far as I'm concerned, having children is a lifestyle choice. If you can't afford kids, don't have them. It's as simple as that. Hearing women complaining about work and kids is a bit like me buying a top-of-the-range Beemer and then grumbling because I can't keep up the payments. Either be a mother or an employee. Don't try and be both. I resent paying taxes to keep up other people's kids when I, as a single, childless man, get fuck all tax breaks from the government for not being a drain on the state. And before some smart arse says, 'The taxes from today's kids will pay for your pension', answer me the question why I pay national insurance contributions now if it is not going towards MY pension.

Men and Women

Why does my employer have a 'women's officer' and not a 'men's officer'?

Now I know that women like to talk to other women about when the painters are in and all that carry on, and that's fair enough. But do they really need a dedicated officer in work for that sort of thing? Can they not just phone up one of their mates like they usually do? If I have an embarrassing problem with my hoop or my jap's eye, I don't have a men's officer to go to and waste half the day whinging about it - I'll get drunk and stoned, and then think about going to the hospital or something when I've sobered up.

Discrimination, that's what it is. I can feel a claim coming on...