I've cleaned toilets while earning minimum wage. As for Miss Priss in the pink sweater, she can quit her volunteer work and haul her ass out to clean the damn toilets if she wants to keep her benefits. But she wants to be "work and to be busy," i.e., not do what it takes to survive but instead to work only at something suiting the upper-middle-class position that she wants to front to the world.
And Mr. 9-Kids-and-Counting (because I'll BET he and the wife don't stop at 9!) is suuuuuch a wussy whiner! My gawd! And the wife would do well to stop indoctrinating the kyds by telling them that this move is psychologically damaging to them. You're gonna reap what you sow, dummy. But let's not teach them to survive in this world by providing two examples: #1 dad doing whatever it takes to work whatever jobs wherever they are to support his 9 kyds, and #2 both parents forcing themselves to fake a more positive outlook in front of the kyds, we're going to make it, we're going to make the most of this, etc. Instead it's just whhhhhiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeee. Yech.
No one wants to move out of Brent because - the schools! their friends! And the one woman whose however-many-baby-daddies all live in Brent so she doesn't want to leave. Oy!
And I haven't even finished watching the whole thing yet! Does it get worse? Those poor housing workers. They were so exasperated.
Edit - finished it - the woman who hasn't worked for 12 yrs with the two daughters, and the oldest one who says they'll have to remove her from Brent by force, cuz she isn't going...and the housing agent has to tell her
you are the mother,
you're supposed to tell her what to do......! And then this woman gets another place to live, costing hundreds less per month, and she can do nothing but bitch up a storm about what an awful house it is. The two agents with her looked disgusted.
And someone tell me, at around 51:00, does Pink Sweater say the landlord tried to lock her out so she had to crawl inside via the bathroom window
while heavily pregnant?? Did I hear that correctly? I didn't notice how many sproggen she had before, but at the end, she's got 3. She doesn't look inpig at the point where she's claiming the victimhood of being "heavily pregnant" & yet being forced to crawl in through a window, so it's either a sob tale from way before when one of the current ones now on the ground was still in the oven, or she's on benefits and knocked up
again and exaggerating her "condition" for sympathy now.
And now she's responsible for several now-homeless kyds, when she could have provided a place for them to live if she'd just been willing to work a mere 16 hours per week and maybe quit volunteering for now because you'd think working, school, & taking care of her kyds would take all her time. She had better not have told potential employers that whatever schedule they'd require was not suitable for her as it would cut into her volunteer time. Apparently, the volunteer work was in line with teaching or whatever she's in school for, but if you're going to be homeless because you insist on keeping the volunteer work, then no sympathy.
She was totally unwilling to work, and it was pretty obvious. She never offered one reason why she couldn't or didn't want to work; just talked in riddles with her lips moving but not one coherent reason coming out. She just wanted to not work and front like she's in an entirely different economic situation than she is, and now look at the mess she's in.
I see Mr.
9-Kids-and-Counting's continuous insistent whines must have finally worked and worn someone down....they moved that ass, harpy wife, and
9 kids all back to London! Disgusting. All he ever did was exaggerate about how awful and crowded the housing was....yeah, you shooting off 9 loads had nothing to do with your now-crowded conditions, but that council house was not that bad, nor that crowded! Such a victim, crying "who's going to care about the chyuldrun? No one cares about the chyuldrun!" Just keeps producing more and complaining that the world owes them all housing. What an ASS.
I've worked with the public for too long as it is, and yet their entitlement continues to astound.