In the past (and even in the present) I have tried to avoid signing up to the Job Centre in the past. Mainly because it’s just been a massive waste of fucking time. If you quit a job then you get a letter through the post saying “your claim may be affected.” And if you get fired from a job then you get a letter saying “your claim may be affected.”
Is there any way of leaving work where your claim isn’t affected? I suppose if it’s just a temporary contract. In any case whether I’ve been fired or quit it shouldn’t matter, I need this money so I can actually live. I pay my taxes and I am actually looking for work, these people that claim any benefits they can who don’t look for work are the ones who should be chastised. You know who these people are. Chavs mainly.
For anyone that doesn’t live in the UK and doesn’t know what a chav is, they’re the scruffy looking fuckers that hang outside McDonald’s in a big group without actually buying anything from there. Unless they buy a burger but then that’s only throw the components at the window. The type of people that stand outside the job centre holding a can of Stella in their hand.
This always perplexes me, why do they stand outside the JOB CENTRE gulping down a can of Stella? First off, it’s illegal to drink on the streets where I live and secondly, if you’re looking for work or have an interview with an advisor do you not think it best you don’t go in smelling of alcohol? Please, please, please end your own life before I’m forced to do it for you. I can’t help but look at these people and think, “I’m better than you are. We don’t belong in the same room.”
Today when I went in there were three of these idiots stood outside, one of them goes to me;
“Excuse me mate, you ‘ant got a spare rollie av ya?”
“Sorry pal, I don’t smoke.” I said as I flicked my cigarette on the floor in front of him. Usually I’m happy to oblige, but not when it’s someone who is just a skidmark on the underpants of society.
Even though I have signed up to the Job Centre in the past, I haven’t actually claimed any money from them for years. Usually right around the time I sign up to the job centre is the time I start finding work. The last time I signed up I had an interview the same time I was meant to sign on. The Job Centre didn’t believe that I went for an interview and requested the number for the company I applied for. I didn’t give it to them because the last thing a company needs is for the Job Centre to ring them and bothering them about an interviewee. How does that look on me as a prospective candidate?
I have only had bad experiences with the job centre.
Today I went in, thankfully it was quick and painless. Mainly because the woman I saw couldn’t be bothered. It’s Friday, she’s been talking to deadbeats all week. In the past I get the people that like to do things by the book, print me out job searches, job searches I have found online already. Try and make me apply to jobs I don’t want. “Why don’t you want to do sales?”
“Because I hate sales.”
“Yeah but it’s a job.”
“Indeed. But I want a job where I’m not going to go insane and go on a murderous rampage.”
Today I went in and told her to take contact centres off the list as well as it’s not what I’m looking for any more. She had me sign all the documentation I have to sign and I was out in 30 minutes. Probably the quickest I’ve been there actually. I’m hoping I find a job real soon because going there every week is embarrassing. I only sign up to that place as an extra kick up the arse to find work. There’s no better way of letting you know you’ve hit rock bottom when you’re sat in the waiting area next to some spotty chavette with a baby dressed in Burberry complete with cap. The child’s already a crack addict in the making.
Let’s hope I do well at Toyota next Thursday if I don’t find anything by then.
Also when you get a chance, read the new story I’ve written over at The Writing Asylum entitled:
A true story about yours truly.