Can it get any worse?

Erm....... yeah I guess it can. Not too sure how much it can but I am pretty sure it could. All I want is somewhere to live, a home. Not much to ask for is it? But it is never going to happen. There is no way I can earn enough to afford even the most simple and meagre of homes while I am on minimum wage and no security on zero hours contracts. You are not entitled to benefits as if you get a weeks work then the benefits office base your income on that week rather than the weeks you only get a single days work. Economically it is not cost effective to even bother registering for work in an agency simply because of this. Even the simple maths do not support this, so unfortunately I am lumped witht he so called "benefit scroungers"; the ones who have no intention of working. But that is not the case. I want to work and it is the system of benefits which are making it impossible for me to do so. I live at the moment on the streets of London. I wash in the canal most days and occasionally have a shower at the church charity house. But when I go for a job I am still identified as homeless, and understandably, employers are reluctant to employ someone who is living in a nook by the side of a canal in central London. I would think twice about employing someone who was doing that. So I am left with the dilema ...... do I give up or carry on looking for a home? If I knew how to be a criminal then i could venture down that avenue. Problem with that is I have never been a criminal and know none to educate me. I could be one of those professional beggers we see on the streets of London. These are the ones you see with neatly groomed hair, clean pink skin free of sores, who hold out their hand in their claimed spots and then return to their desirable homes in Richmond with their tax free earnings. Try muscleing in on their plots and you see their true colours for sure. I have seen it. No. These are not the lives I can cope with. I have no knowledge or tallent for either begging or crime. I have the only option open to me and that is work, but there are no jobs that give a man like me the security to be able to meet the rent and other taxes every week. The council have me on a list but it is 25 years long and I am at the bottom until all others with more points have been accomodated. That is 25 years as long as no one else joins the queue. Most mornings I curse that the cold weather had not taken me in the night. That would be bliss, to just fall asleep and not know anything else.