On the Dole
Hmm thought id better make use of this interblog or whatever its called. No really its been that long since i used this that im seriously doubting my abilities. Not that much has happened in the land of Nod lately. I say land of Nod because im enjoying the long lie ins you get when unemployed. Its pretty depressing applying for the Dole.
A painfully embaressing experience would be the closest description i could place upon it. The quiet silence, waiting for your turn, overhearing the desperation in the voices of those being seen to. The patronising and condescending officers who look down upon you, whilst the burly security guards watch over, before being called out to scare some chavs away from the premises. These people have no idea of my needs. The extra money from the government i thought would be handy, but this hassle is something i dont need. Form filling galore, and the blissfull unawareness of the people assigned to me. I want a job in london i say… ” okay lets get you a job in town then”…. I dont want a job in lincoln, i have no friends and no prospects here!
They dont listen, their almost deaf to me. I superbly unhappy in my new surroundings. I find Lincoln has its charms, but its not for me. I want something, somewhere with a bit of life and culture to it, and more importantly somewhere with prospects and friends. To no avail i dont bother with the application for local jobs, they will probably take away my benefits because of this. The fact that im actively looking for jobs in London doesnt interest them, and the evidence of job interviews and numerical tests and so on they dont want to hear about. They want to get you a quick job so they achieve their results. Im handed some paper with local jobs on them, with PERMANENT written in bold. “Im sorry, did you mishear me”, i havent agreed to look for work locally permanent, temp work yes. So yet again they arent listening.
To this day, my application has been in limbo for over two weeks, and i havent recieved anything that resembles money. Much to annoyance.
March 11, 2008 at 9:48 am
Dude, I feel your pain.
I left my job of 3 years before finding out that I was pregnant and have had to go on the dole because I have no other way of getting money. I have applied for so many jobs but as soon as they hear you’re pregnant they don’t want to know…who can blame them!
I told the people in the dole office that I will need TEMPORARY work, because in a few months time I will be GIVING BIRTH therefore there is no point in applying to PERMANENT jobs because I won’t be staying and I think they might realise when they see my bump. Yet still, they force me to take the print outs for PERMANENT jobs, and to continue applying, even though they and I both know that I am just going to receive another rejection letter.
The whole system is a total joke. I hope they gave you cash, and I hope you found a job in London.