Signed on yesterday. I'm beginning to doubt I'll ever get a fuckin' job now. Calder don't help me, the fuckin' dole office won't help me. I have a mental health condition which I get no help with.
I get £65 a week JSA. That's £260 a month. Out of that I pay my taxes, bills £75 a month to the bank for a loan, £50-odd per month for my phone, £5.99 a month for life assurance, this week just gone, I've paid £85 to the bank for overdraft fees, and on the 22nd of this month The TV Licencing people want £145.50 out of my account for a fuckin' colour tv licence.
Thursday 17 February 2011
Thursday 27 January 2011
Thursday january 27th 2011
Christmas was absolutely trash,
No presents, no cards from the family, my poor brother unable to visit and I am still looking for a job.
I claim jobseekers allowance and my "advisor" at the dole office told me that I have reached a new stage in my benefit claim called Flexible New Deal.
Fuck knows what that means. Apparently it is an intensive programme involving a dutch-owned employment services provider called Calder uk where you are made to attend their office on a twice-weekly basis to look for work.
I already do this for an hour a day in the damn library.
These people calder and the dole office have been a right bunch of cunts to me. Calder are unhelpful,
my "jobcoach" with them is rude, presumptuous, at their office I am frequently left on my own to do whatever
and the dole office like to make out that they don't know or don't even care.
This is my third appointment with my Calder "jobcoach" and I feel that the situation is absolutely hopeless.
A couple of months ago I applied for a job with a clothing chain called H+M and I was turned down because they had too many people apply.
The people at calder said "have you tried doing voluntary work"
well, yes I have.
It is just as difficult to find work in the voluntary sector as it is to find paid employment.
It is hard to find any kind of job.
Even harder to find any kind that doesn't require a university degree and harder still if, like me
you have asperger's syndrome.
No presents, no cards from the family, my poor brother unable to visit and I am still looking for a job.
I claim jobseekers allowance and my "advisor" at the dole office told me that I have reached a new stage in my benefit claim called Flexible New Deal.
Fuck knows what that means. Apparently it is an intensive programme involving a dutch-owned employment services provider called Calder uk where you are made to attend their office on a twice-weekly basis to look for work.
I already do this for an hour a day in the damn library.
These people calder and the dole office have been a right bunch of cunts to me. Calder are unhelpful,
my "jobcoach" with them is rude, presumptuous, at their office I am frequently left on my own to do whatever
and the dole office like to make out that they don't know or don't even care.
This is my third appointment with my Calder "jobcoach" and I feel that the situation is absolutely hopeless.
A couple of months ago I applied for a job with a clothing chain called H+M and I was turned down because they had too many people apply.
The people at calder said "have you tried doing voluntary work"
well, yes I have.
It is just as difficult to find work in the voluntary sector as it is to find paid employment.
It is hard to find any kind of job.
Even harder to find any kind that doesn't require a university degree and harder still if, like me
you have asperger's syndrome.
Thursday 4 November 2010
Thursday November 4th
The last few weeks have been absolute hell for me.
Due to yet another cock-up at the dole office, I was left completely penniless and, for about a fortnight, was forced to steal food from stores in my area so my family could still eat.
The state pays me £65.35 per week as Job seekers Allowance and once the bills are out of the way,
I am usually left with a little over a pound a day to live on.
Today I've managed £1.50.
I've been doing a lot to try and find work. I visit my local library for an hour every day to use their computers for internet jobsearches.
I have CV's uploaded on monster.co.uk, reed.co.uk, inretail.co.uk and several others.
I signed up with a recruitment agency middleton-murray.com in the hope that I'll find a job through them.
My most recent interview was on this Monday just gone.
it was for a management trainee job, applied for via reed. it turned out to be one of those really naff
commission only door to door sales jobs where you pressure old ladies in to buying things that they don't need or want. I googled the company offering the job and the results turned up some juicy stuff about the whole company being fake.
Glad I didn't take the job. The hours and pay would have been really shitty and I'd probably have quit six months done the line anyway.
Just to let you know.....
The company is currently calling itself UNIK CORPORATION LTD.
and they're based at 1-5 BATH ST, LONDON EC1V.
Jobhunters in london , beware.....
Due to yet another cock-up at the dole office, I was left completely penniless and, for about a fortnight, was forced to steal food from stores in my area so my family could still eat.
The state pays me £65.35 per week as Job seekers Allowance and once the bills are out of the way,
I am usually left with a little over a pound a day to live on.
Today I've managed £1.50.
I've been doing a lot to try and find work. I visit my local library for an hour every day to use their computers for internet jobsearches.
I have CV's uploaded on monster.co.uk, reed.co.uk, inretail.co.uk and several others.
I signed up with a recruitment agency middleton-murray.com in the hope that I'll find a job through them.
My most recent interview was on this Monday just gone.
it was for a management trainee job, applied for via reed. it turned out to be one of those really naff
commission only door to door sales jobs where you pressure old ladies in to buying things that they don't need or want. I googled the company offering the job and the results turned up some juicy stuff about the whole company being fake.
Glad I didn't take the job. The hours and pay would have been really shitty and I'd probably have quit six months done the line anyway.
Just to let you know.....
The company is currently calling itself UNIK CORPORATION LTD.
and they're based at 1-5 BATH ST, LONDON EC1V.
Jobhunters in london , beware.....
Friday 1 October 2010
Friday October 1st 2010.
The past few weeks have been quite eventful for me.
I've attended three interviews, recieved several letters of rejection and I am now waiting on the outcome of the most recent interview.
I'm looking for a part-time job in a supermarket while I study for a career in either retail banking or accountancy. I haven't signed up for any courses yet as right now I don't have any means of paying for them.
My most recent interview was for a checkout position in a Morrisons store in west london on september the twenty-first. It went very well and they manager has said they'll let me know the outcome in a letter by the fourth of this month. I really hope I get a positive result with this one as all the last applications I've made have either drawn a blank or come back as negative.
At the dole office my so-called "advisor" Sylvia has retired (good riddance!) and my new one whose name is
Steve is much nicer, more helpful and much more professional.
It seems as though things are finally looking up for me.
I've attended three interviews, recieved several letters of rejection and I am now waiting on the outcome of the most recent interview.
I'm looking for a part-time job in a supermarket while I study for a career in either retail banking or accountancy. I haven't signed up for any courses yet as right now I don't have any means of paying for them.
My most recent interview was for a checkout position in a Morrisons store in west london on september the twenty-first. It went very well and they manager has said they'll let me know the outcome in a letter by the fourth of this month. I really hope I get a positive result with this one as all the last applications I've made have either drawn a blank or come back as negative.
At the dole office my so-called "advisor" Sylvia has retired (good riddance!) and my new one whose name is
Steve is much nicer, more helpful and much more professional.
It seems as though things are finally looking up for me.
Wednesday 8 September 2010
Wednesday september 7th
I am still feeling like I've been crapped on from a height.
Yesterday I went with mum up to the dole office to try and find out why the state hasn't been paying me.
the people who work there treat their clients like something they've trod in. I've actually losy count of the number of thinly veiled insults hurled at me. (at one recent appointment, my so-called advisor said" What you going to to do when you're finished here?Go back home to bed?")
When mum and I got there, we were told to go and wait upstairs. They made a complete mockery of my predicament by not telling what was going on or what was being done to fix things( I suspect nothing has been done) No apologies, No information and I have no idea as to where I stand.
Today, I got a phone call from ingeus saying that they were doing another walkabout at a shopping centre
near their office and asked if I would come along.
When you start claiming benefits as I have to, you can't afford to turn down this kind of offer.
when you first make your claim, you are made to sign a legally binding agreement stating that you'll do anything and everything to find any kind of job. I coudn't say no, as I'm contractually obliged to attend.
so I got on the bus and took the hour long journey from my flat to their office where we were supposed to meet, but I ended up late and missed the departure so the receptionist told me where they'd headed and I went off to catch up. I only managed to find one of the damn group and that was the lady who was fuckin'
leading it. I ended up conducting my own little walkabout instead and managed to hand out a few copies of my CV to various stores in the centre (the westfield shopping centre)
Tired, bored and reeking of sweat from all the walking and talking I done, I called it a day after about one and a half hours. (some guy has just finished having a shouting match with his advisor as I write!)
Yesterday I went with mum up to the dole office to try and find out why the state hasn't been paying me.
the people who work there treat their clients like something they've trod in. I've actually losy count of the number of thinly veiled insults hurled at me. (at one recent appointment, my so-called advisor said" What you going to to do when you're finished here?Go back home to bed?")
When mum and I got there, we were told to go and wait upstairs. They made a complete mockery of my predicament by not telling what was going on or what was being done to fix things( I suspect nothing has been done) No apologies, No information and I have no idea as to where I stand.
Today, I got a phone call from ingeus saying that they were doing another walkabout at a shopping centre
near their office and asked if I would come along.
When you start claiming benefits as I have to, you can't afford to turn down this kind of offer.
when you first make your claim, you are made to sign a legally binding agreement stating that you'll do anything and everything to find any kind of job. I coudn't say no, as I'm contractually obliged to attend.
so I got on the bus and took the hour long journey from my flat to their office where we were supposed to meet, but I ended up late and missed the departure so the receptionist told me where they'd headed and I went off to catch up. I only managed to find one of the damn group and that was the lady who was fuckin'
leading it. I ended up conducting my own little walkabout instead and managed to hand out a few copies of my CV to various stores in the centre (the westfield shopping centre)
Tired, bored and reeking of sweat from all the walking and talking I done, I called it a day after about one and a half hours. (some guy has just finished having a shouting match with his advisor as I write!)
Monday 6 September 2010
monday september 6th 2010
Today I had to go up to ingeus' office in Shepherd's Bush for an appointment. well I thought it was an appointment anyway. It turned into a two-hour long field trip doling out copies of my CV to as many stores as possible within the space of those two hours.Also I am feeling like absolute shit right now because for whatever reason, the fuckin' dole office havn't been paying me for the last fortnight.
Each time I'd phone them, the person answering said they'd get back to me or get someone else to.
So far nothing has been done. The last time this happened was down to me actually missing a couple of signing dates but this has since been resolved, this time it's my so-called "advisors" fault.
The stupid bitch has signed me on correctly but then forgotten to forward the relevant paperwork to the payments department.
or so I'm told.
However on august 14th, I done a paid work trial for one day at local bike shop. Fifty pounds cash in the hand for Seven hours work. I believe that me doing this has got something to do with it.
I went back to the dole office after the trial to declare my earnings and thought everything would be fine but since the trial, all this has happened.
I think something very fishy is going on.
Each time I'd phone them, the person answering said they'd get back to me or get someone else to.
So far nothing has been done. The last time this happened was down to me actually missing a couple of signing dates but this has since been resolved, this time it's my so-called "advisors" fault.
The stupid bitch has signed me on correctly but then forgotten to forward the relevant paperwork to the payments department.
or so I'm told.
However on august 14th, I done a paid work trial for one day at local bike shop. Fifty pounds cash in the hand for Seven hours work. I believe that me doing this has got something to do with it.
I went back to the dole office after the trial to declare my earnings and thought everything would be fine but since the trial, all this has happened.
I think something very fishy is going on.
Tuesday 3 August 2010
Tuesday August 3rd.
Hi and welcome to my blog! Here I'll tell you what I get up to in my day plus my thoughts and feelings on
various subjects. It will basically be like a diary.
I must warn readers that I can be very highly opinionated so if you find anything causes offence, then I apologise beforehand.
Tuesday August 3rd 2010:
I have been unemployed since September last year and been signing on for the same amount of time.
It really does get me down sometimes.
I've lost count of the number of CVs (or Resume's) that I've mailed, been to loads of interviews
and I'm still looking.
Today I had to go down to Shepherds Bush in West London, for a practice interview run by a company
who are contracted by the Uk' Government Department for Work and Pensions, with the task of helping people find jobs. They are a company called Ingeus.
My appointment with them was scheduled for 1pm today, but thanks to the traffic and the London Buses,
I was twenty minutes late and had to re-schedule. Thank goodness I called ahead to let them know what was happening. I'm still at their office as I'm writing. (using their computers of course)
I figured I may as well do something constructive and worthwhile instead of walking back out the door belly
aching about a wasted journey.
various subjects. It will basically be like a diary.
I must warn readers that I can be very highly opinionated so if you find anything causes offence, then I apologise beforehand.
Tuesday August 3rd 2010:
I have been unemployed since September last year and been signing on for the same amount of time.
It really does get me down sometimes.
I've lost count of the number of CVs (or Resume's) that I've mailed, been to loads of interviews
and I'm still looking.
Today I had to go down to Shepherds Bush in West London, for a practice interview run by a company
who are contracted by the Uk' Government Department for Work and Pensions, with the task of helping people find jobs. They are a company called Ingeus.
My appointment with them was scheduled for 1pm today, but thanks to the traffic and the London Buses,
I was twenty minutes late and had to re-schedule. Thank goodness I called ahead to let them know what was happening. I'm still at their office as I'm writing. (using their computers of course)
I figured I may as well do something constructive and worthwhile instead of walking back out the door belly
aching about a wasted journey.
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