I Hate Housing Officers
I'm off work today, however I'm being driven mad by endlessly going over a client interview that took place earlier in the week. A very distressed woman appeared in my office with a problem she or rather her son was having with the jobsworths in the local housing office. Her son who suffers from mental health problems and is prone to violent behaviour had taken up pigeon fancying and built himself a doocot on a piece of waste ground. This had the happy effect of keeping him out of trouble and had significantly improved his behaviour.
However as is often the case when someone is enjoying themselves in a perfectly harmless fashion, some mean spirited petty little jobsworth has to stick their nose in. Apparently the land belongs to the local housing association. The land is currently used as a dumping ground for dog shit, old furniture and burnt out cars, not that you'd know that from talking to the housing who advise that the doocot is 'an eyesore' and 'unhygienic'. They have ordered the boy to take the doocot down because they might be building on the land. They haven't decided what or when they intend to build. They probably also know that their organisation recently announced it had no plans to build new housing in the foreseeable future. In other words there was no real reason the doocot had to be taken down. It's clear some malicious little prick has decided to bully a family who are what we termed 'a bit simple' in less p.c times, simply because he can.
What happened next was inevitable. The boy went round to the housing office and attacked the housing officer responsible for this outrage and will now have a criminal record to add to his worries. I'd love to report he did the little jobsworth serious damage, but he didn't. These creeps sit in their office goading people and hiding behind panic buttons and screens when faced with the consequences of their actions. These are the same creeps who seldom lift a finger to help tenants driven to distraction by anti-social neighbours. I have to say when I phoned the housing officer in question, I formed the view that his very existence is enough to provoke violent urges. What a pompous little prick he is!
It's the total lack of imagination of people in authority that depresses me. Why couldn't they have just turned a blind eye? The boy was happy, no doubt the neighbours were happy that he wasn't hanging about annoying them and some pigeons had a nice warm hut to live in. What in the name of God was the problem? To cap it all the family are now being threatened with eviction as a result of the entirely justified assault against the housing officer. I'm not saying someone should lock every last housing officer in their offices and burn the lot of them to a crisp, I'm just saying it would be no great loss if someone did.