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...
