So there's this place, called Working Links, and they're supposed to help you get back into employment and shit. They send out mass emails filled with job applications ranging from Shop Assisstant to Brain Surgen (okay that's a lie but you get the point) spend little to no energy actually trying to help people, despite what their shitty posters say.
My advisor is a dick. No wait, that's an insult to male anatomy. He's an asshole, no one likes assholes. Anyway, this guy...oh my God, this guy. I leave that building every time with my hands itching because I want to slap his self rightous smug filled smile off his face. He acts like his helping me is some kind of service to society, when in reality he's just a glorified Googler. Seriously, I do what he does the only difference is I don't get paid for it.
Friday, 8 November 2013
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Being Unemployed Part 1
Okay, so this is my first post with an actual topic though it's rather short.
Like many in the current climate, I am jobless. Though not for lack of trying I assure you...
I'm twenty-one with good grades and plenty of work experiance and yet after a number of years hunting I'm still hungry. In-fact, I'm not just hungry, I'm a rotting zombified corpse wandering around desperately trying to hook my decomposed claws into something fresh.
I used to have a job back during my last couple of years in School. A nice waitressing gig that gave me a little extra money alongside the EMA I was paid for studying my A-Levels which, when I was sixteen to eighteen, were optional (although I'm not totally sure if the A-Levels are now compulsary or just staying in education until eighteen, either way, EMA is gone now) but when a company goes south, what's a girl to do?
Continue her education of course!
I was spoon fed into the idea that the only way to get any sort of job was to get as much education as possible. However, I was never crazy on the whole "University" thing. Mostly because I didn't know what I wanted to do.
That's a lie. I wanted to be a Primatologist, but my A-Level in Biology wasn't good enough to make the cut. So I enrolled in College instead at the behest of my parents and ended up fumbling my way through a Beauty Therapy course (even though at the time I couldn't tell lipstick from coverstick) and completed the course almost a month early. Strangly, by that time I'd realised this was something I really loved and could get into, so I decided to take on the Level 3 Complementary Therapies course (which is all about massage and stuff).
Then...disaster!
Due to my aformentioned A-Level grades I was not elegible for my course to be free! Now, I know this sounds like I'm some money pinching cow but with both my parents barely scraping the breadline and the course costing £4000 there was no way I was going to be able to do it.
Which is where my journey into the world of Jobseekers Allowance begins...
Like many in the current climate, I am jobless. Though not for lack of trying I assure you...
I'm twenty-one with good grades and plenty of work experiance and yet after a number of years hunting I'm still hungry. In-fact, I'm not just hungry, I'm a rotting zombified corpse wandering around desperately trying to hook my decomposed claws into something fresh.
I used to have a job back during my last couple of years in School. A nice waitressing gig that gave me a little extra money alongside the EMA I was paid for studying my A-Levels which, when I was sixteen to eighteen, were optional (although I'm not totally sure if the A-Levels are now compulsary or just staying in education until eighteen, either way, EMA is gone now) but when a company goes south, what's a girl to do?
Continue her education of course!
I was spoon fed into the idea that the only way to get any sort of job was to get as much education as possible. However, I was never crazy on the whole "University" thing. Mostly because I didn't know what I wanted to do.
That's a lie. I wanted to be a Primatologist, but my A-Level in Biology wasn't good enough to make the cut. So I enrolled in College instead at the behest of my parents and ended up fumbling my way through a Beauty Therapy course (even though at the time I couldn't tell lipstick from coverstick) and completed the course almost a month early. Strangly, by that time I'd realised this was something I really loved and could get into, so I decided to take on the Level 3 Complementary Therapies course (which is all about massage and stuff).
Then...disaster!
Due to my aformentioned A-Level grades I was not elegible for my course to be free! Now, I know this sounds like I'm some money pinching cow but with both my parents barely scraping the breadline and the course costing £4000 there was no way I was going to be able to do it.
Which is where my journey into the world of Jobseekers Allowance begins...
Sunday, 27 October 2013
First Post
So I've started a Blog. I'm about five years too late for this band wagon I imagine but, hey, ya gotta start sometime.
This Blog will be a combination of multiple things. Though I can see it being dominated with my gripes about my Jobless status and my journey to rememdy that.
I'm unsure what the updates will be like. I'm thinking once a week but maybe I'll do more or less depending on whether anything interesting has happened.
Until next time.
This Blog will be a combination of multiple things. Though I can see it being dominated with my gripes about my Jobless status and my journey to rememdy that.
I'm unsure what the updates will be like. I'm thinking once a week but maybe I'll do more or less depending on whether anything interesting has happened.
Until next time.
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