I hate unemployment

One day the boss told us there were going to be cutbacks, and he came to me personally and told me they didn't need three people doing the forklift, so I had to go. I cried because I didn't know where I was going to get my money, and that's when he suggested unemployment. I went to the office that afternoon, but I was real embarrassed to be there, because I was always raised to believe that people on public assistance were no-good, lazy slobs who deserved to starve, or at least that was my daddy's opinion. But my need to eat was stronger than my embarrassment, I guess, because I filled out the paperwork, and pretty soon was getting my checks.