Stuff
Right,new to this livejournal experience, and not too sure what I'm supposed to write about, so I figure I'll just moan about stuff going on in my life until I find something else to do.
Finished my education at the end of last month. College, not Uni, although maybe in a few years I'll think seriously about University. Anyway, now I have to join the depressed masses working for a living.
My sister, Vicky, is also looking for a job too, so we both go to the jobcentre. Cos this is what you have to in Britain when you want a job. Here I learn that to get help to find a job, I have to claim Jobseeker's Allowance, and to claim that I have to phone a number. OK. There are phones at the centre, but they're all being used and have large cues, so I go home. There is a a phone at home after all.
Here I call the number and get a helpful guy on the other end who proceeds to ask lots of questions, most of which the answer is 'no'. It can get tedious saying 'no' continuously, so I threw in a variety of negatives just to make my life interesting (God, I'm boring, right?). Turns out I should have just stuck to good old 'no'. He asked if I was married, and I said 'not married', cos I'm not. Somehow, and don't ask me how exactly, he believed I said that I was married. But we didn't notice the problem until later, near the end of the questions when he asks 'what does your husband do for a living?' and I went 'what!?'
We end up having to go through the questions all over again and now there is apparently two entries of me in the database (one Mrs, one Miss) because he couldn't delete it himself, but the right one (wrong one?) would get deleted later, promise. *sigh* My sister did not have this problem.
Now I have to wait for a phone call back to be told the time for when I have an interview at the jobcentre. Some reason Vicky was called back first, even though I had contacted them first.
When I go for my interview, whom the person supposed to be giving me said interview is one H. King (whoever), I get shown to a woman's desk, who walks me through (for the third time) all the questions that I had answered on the phone, again! She was nice, and it turns out we both play in Brass Bands (I'm actually taking a break from it at the moment), and we even play the same instrument = tenor horn. We had a bonding moment. :-)
But I find out that she is not the one who is going to interview me, which is unfair as I liked her.
So I end up waiting, sitting on these chairs that are in the middle of the room where I can see all and hear everything, when behind me a problem occurs. Apparently, they have just discovered the fact that I had an appointment (HAD), but someone had cancelled it (without informing anyone) and then booked someone else into my time. For some reason this required four personnel to stand and talk about the problem for ten minutes (never actually solving it, just going round in conversational circles!!) I have to wonder if this problem was caused by the earlier mistake on the phone and my two entries in the database. Eventually it was sorted out and I got my interview, just not with the elusive H. King (whoever). Another thing I wonder about is if they realized I could hear everything they were saying, cos they were acting (and speaking) as if I could not. *sigh*
Happily I can now look for jobs. Getting to this was very annoying (like jumping through hoops, which would shrink the closer you got to them).
I think I was in that stage. The 'I can do that' one where every job you read about is one you think you could do. Not really sure they were the jobs I'd want to do in the long run, but hey.
One particular job - Evening Catering Assistant at the James Padget Hospital - my sister found and showed to me. I thought 'hmmmm, well I like cooking!'and applied. Might like cooking, but I'm not necessarily that good =-). For some reason, this is the only application that I've heard back on. I've have an interview with the manager of the Catering department tomorrow at 3.00. Help me.
Whoa, went on a bit. Feel a bit better anyway, so this seems to work.
I'll continue moaning tomorrow.
Next week, on Ways of My Life....
Finished my education at the end of last month. College, not Uni, although maybe in a few years I'll think seriously about University. Anyway, now I have to join the depressed masses working for a living.
My sister, Vicky, is also looking for a job too, so we both go to the jobcentre. Cos this is what you have to in Britain when you want a job. Here I learn that to get help to find a job, I have to claim Jobseeker's Allowance, and to claim that I have to phone a number. OK. There are phones at the centre, but they're all being used and have large cues, so I go home. There is a a phone at home after all.
Here I call the number and get a helpful guy on the other end who proceeds to ask lots of questions, most of which the answer is 'no'. It can get tedious saying 'no' continuously, so I threw in a variety of negatives just to make my life interesting (God, I'm boring, right?). Turns out I should have just stuck to good old 'no'. He asked if I was married, and I said 'not married', cos I'm not. Somehow, and don't ask me how exactly, he believed I said that I was married. But we didn't notice the problem until later, near the end of the questions when he asks 'what does your husband do for a living?' and I went 'what!?'
We end up having to go through the questions all over again and now there is apparently two entries of me in the database (one Mrs, one Miss) because he couldn't delete it himself, but the right one (wrong one?) would get deleted later, promise. *sigh* My sister did not have this problem.
Now I have to wait for a phone call back to be told the time for when I have an interview at the jobcentre. Some reason Vicky was called back first, even though I had contacted them first.
When I go for my interview, whom the person supposed to be giving me said interview is one H. King (whoever), I get shown to a woman's desk, who walks me through (for the third time) all the questions that I had answered on the phone, again! She was nice, and it turns out we both play in Brass Bands (I'm actually taking a break from it at the moment), and we even play the same instrument = tenor horn. We had a bonding moment. :-)
But I find out that she is not the one who is going to interview me, which is unfair as I liked her.
So I end up waiting, sitting on these chairs that are in the middle of the room where I can see all and hear everything, when behind me a problem occurs. Apparently, they have just discovered the fact that I had an appointment (HAD), but someone had cancelled it (without informing anyone) and then booked someone else into my time. For some reason this required four personnel to stand and talk about the problem for ten minutes (never actually solving it, just going round in conversational circles!!) I have to wonder if this problem was caused by the earlier mistake on the phone and my two entries in the database. Eventually it was sorted out and I got my interview, just not with the elusive H. King (whoever). Another thing I wonder about is if they realized I could hear everything they were saying, cos they were acting (and speaking) as if I could not. *sigh*
Happily I can now look for jobs. Getting to this was very annoying (like jumping through hoops, which would shrink the closer you got to them).
I think I was in that stage. The 'I can do that' one where every job you read about is one you think you could do. Not really sure they were the jobs I'd want to do in the long run, but hey.
One particular job - Evening Catering Assistant at the James Padget Hospital - my sister found and showed to me. I thought 'hmmmm, well I like cooking!'and applied. Might like cooking, but I'm not necessarily that good =-). For some reason, this is the only application that I've heard back on. I've have an interview with the manager of the Catering department tomorrow at 3.00. Help me.
Whoa, went on a bit. Feel a bit better anyway, so this seems to work.
I'll continue moaning tomorrow.
Next week, on Ways of My Life....