Yesterdays visit to the job centre was as expected a thrilling and eye opening visit. I really got a lot from the visit, ahem (not). I felt absolutely shocking before I left home so turning up to job centre with a banging headache wasn't a good position to be in. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. As usual for an important appointment I was early - shouldn't have bothered as I was sat there for at least twenty minutes before I was seen. (this did not make me feel better)
Am I the only person who thinks it's really inappropriate to bring children to the job centre? I understand that there are some circumstances which it can't be helped, but really, you'd try and get someone to look after them whilst you have your meeting. The reason I mentioned kids is because a youngish man came in with his son who was about 2/3 years old. Fair enough he was really well behaved and wasn't annoying, but sitting there I noticed the man using the camera on his phone to take photos of him and his son. "Cheeeese" this child was saying, I thought to myself, ahh yes, that'll be the perfect screen saver... "ooh heres one of me and Damien sitting in dole office" "we simply must get this framed" says his girlfriend, "good memories" he replies. No no no no no!
FINALLY. I get called up. I couldn't believe it, I walked over to the desk and there was someone from my school. THE SHAME. She was friendly enough and sympathized with me over my crappy interview last week. The entire time I sat there I just thought, "oh my lordy, this is mortifying." The girl had a very quick look at my extensive descriptions on what I had done since I last visited the job centre. I felt quite let down about that because I put alot of time and effort into it to show that I have been looking, where and how the scenarios where turning out. And what did I get for my time and effort? A two second glance and a signature, WELL THANKS A BUNCH. I won't be putting in that effort again - not when they don't give me anything back. Screw that.
I was told I was attending an interview next time I was in. YOU WHAT WOMAN. I was never told this I told her but apparently the man downstairs got it wrong... Jesus, there is this thing called communication, USE IT. I was then told of the eight week placements that can be set up for me, there was nothing that I really really want to do but I saw something which I thought might be a valuable skill in the future.
So I am applying to somewhere which may require an interview, you what? You're just going to make me tea bitch (nice made in Chelsea reference for everyone there) for eight weeks, don't insult my intelligence. The volunteer guy seemed nice enough and seemed to realize that I wasn't just there to claim, I genuinely want a job but I didn't expect him to say that out loud. He said "look most people who come in here don't have any skills and we wouldn't refer them to a position like this because basically they're too stupid to do it" - I've paraphrased that, it's been 24 hours, I've been ill. I can't remember word for word! Oh dear - what a bitch eh?
"I'll come to you love" "I bet you say that to all the boys" were the next strange moments on my awkward visit, speaking on the phone to someone else in the centre, the 'volunteer guy' sat and flirted with her over the phone for a good five minutes. Sat there the entire time trying not to vomit all over him - not over the flirting, over not being well. Wouldn't that have been a good ending, "I am judging your flirting over the phone by vomming all over your desk... see ya next time!" AWKS.
So, I am applying to do some admin placement, we'll see if I get an interview to be tea bitch yeah? How is everyone else coping in this poor economy? How have you found getting a job? Can your experiences give mine a run for its money. Leave comments, or contact me on Twitter at; @DebStevo90 :) Always welcome comments of any kind - positive or negative.
Thanks guys.
Deborah :) x
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