So today started well, I find out I've got the job I applied for, then it all went downhill fast.
The job as explained in the previous post was even worse than I anticipated.
Then the bleeper goes off on the electric meter telling me that there is less than 50p left on the emergency so I need to get myself to town to top up.
My jobseekers allowance should be in the bank as it usually goes in on a Friday, I hadn't checked yesterday as we didn't need anything.
Wait for the bus due at 10.22 it doesn't turn up, the 10.42 also fails to appear, finally one arrives at 10.55.
Get to the town and go into the bank to draw enough money to get my electric, gas and pay a few other bills and leave some for food etc.
Check my account and it says £10.11, nothing has been paid in so I check with the bank who say nothing is outstanding, I draw the remaining tenner as I have to get electric or risk losing what food we do have as it's mainly frozen stuff at the moment.
The jobcentre is closed so there is no one I can talk to, I get home and ring them up but the office is closed for the weekend, so it looks like chips, roast potatoes and brussel sprouts for Sunday lunch as that's about all we've got left.
At least I got one smile this afternoon, watching the football on ITV featuring village side Paulton against Norwich, the effects microphone was far too close to the crowd and picked up a nice "you fat cunt" taunt at Norwich striker Grant Holt followed by a hasty apology from the commentator.
Saturday 7 November 2009
The Job Hunt
"I was looking for a job, and then I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now".
There always seems to be a line in Smiths songs to describe my mood, and this one fits well today.
Nearly 11 months after signing on I got my first interview, I'll admit it's only the last few months I've been sending applications and CV's to any suitable companies without being as picky as I was at first.
One of these random applications was to a healthcare company for a stock controller position, the money although not great (the same rate I was on in the early nineties) was better than most jobs being advertised so I applied.
I get a letter a week or so later telling me I'd missed out, but then got a phone call asking me to come for an interview for a different job they had going.
I turn up and they seem impressed and the interviewer gives me the news that the wages are about a pound an hour less than the job I originally applied for, I make the decision that as I'm currently unemployed and needing money I might as well take it if offered as it's always easier to get a better job if you're employed at the time.
I was told I would hear by next Wednesday so was surprised to find a contract dropped through my letterbox this morning.
I should be happy but then I read the wages in the contract and it says they are 53p and hour less than the interviewer said and no mention of the unsociable hours bonus which he told me I'd receive for working shifts.
Sadly I'm in no position to turn anything down as the vultures are at the door for unpaid bills, but it's a bitter pill to swallow doing a job for £4 and hour less than I was earning 3 years ago.
There always seems to be a line in Smiths songs to describe my mood, and this one fits well today.
Nearly 11 months after signing on I got my first interview, I'll admit it's only the last few months I've been sending applications and CV's to any suitable companies without being as picky as I was at first.
One of these random applications was to a healthcare company for a stock controller position, the money although not great (the same rate I was on in the early nineties) was better than most jobs being advertised so I applied.
I get a letter a week or so later telling me I'd missed out, but then got a phone call asking me to come for an interview for a different job they had going.
I turn up and they seem impressed and the interviewer gives me the news that the wages are about a pound an hour less than the job I originally applied for, I make the decision that as I'm currently unemployed and needing money I might as well take it if offered as it's always easier to get a better job if you're employed at the time.
I was told I would hear by next Wednesday so was surprised to find a contract dropped through my letterbox this morning.
I should be happy but then I read the wages in the contract and it says they are 53p and hour less than the interviewer said and no mention of the unsociable hours bonus which he told me I'd receive for working shifts.
Sadly I'm in no position to turn anything down as the vultures are at the door for unpaid bills, but it's a bitter pill to swallow doing a job for £4 and hour less than I was earning 3 years ago.
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