Over the weekend there have been numerous news reports detailing plans for us dolescum laid out by a certain politician, maybe it was just me being a bit naïve thinking perhaps the coalition didn’t have any more horrors in store for us. Later this week said unnamed work and pensions secretary will unveil his plans to reform the benefits system in a new white paper.
So far the coalition have decided to put a one year time limit on claiming ESA (Employment Support Allowance – the replacement benefit for Incapacity Benefit) (see the blog a wrote a couple of weeks back, the one with the guillotine) and then once you are on JSA (Jobseeker’s Allowance) you will be required to do 4 weeks of work, be it litter picking, cleaning up graffiti, community gardening projects etc if you don’t attend any interviews! For me job interviews have been very thin on the ground, suitable jobs to apply for have been thin on the ground. Take my last trip to the Job
Centre the advisor tells me she has a suitable job for me to apply for (YIPPEEE), data entry (it will do, I hope my colleagues will be nice) working 3-11pm each day (beggars can’t be choosers, it will be OK for a while) minimum wage (can we both live off that? Probably not), working for a meat processing company (NO THANKS! – I’ve been a vegetarian since the age of 12; imagine the options available in the staff canteen. I can just imagine it, that working environment is that I imagine hell (if there’s such a place?) would be like. In my head I’m trying to weigh up the pros and cons doing data entry for a bunch of butchers or scrubbing clean walls graffitied by a bunch of chavs. (as the coalition might like me to do) I’m feeling a bit punished here, punished for not able (or not applying for one in particular) to find a job, it not as though I haven’t tried, as a result of this I’m pursing a life of self-employment which many would consider as being insane in this current climate, but until that day comes I remain a hapless jobseeker. I may sound like whinging dolescum, but really my chances of getting a job like the one I used to do are very slim, finding a job is tough enough, but finding a job with Tourette’s often feels like an impossible task. But one day…one day I’ll have a job.