18th April, 2019.
Yes: that’s right.
My language in tonight’s intro, isn’t exactly what you’d call polite.
But I think I have an excuse.
I was due to go to an interview, today.
I had the money for the ticket — £11·10 courtesy of the Job Centre — in my account, was ready to go, got to the station …
Only to be told the ACTUAL price was fourteen quid.
£14.
I didn’t have enough.
The Job Centre were as surprised as I was.
As both I, and my advisor — who’d arranged for the fare money — had check online for the price.
Several times.
£11·10.
Quite definitely, £11·10.
Quite why the price difference?
I don’t know.
I was angry, to put it mildly.
I got even angrier …
Finding out that the Job Centre couldn’t guarantee being able to put the difference into my account, in time for me to still go to the interview.
Nor did they have any petty cash to use: they haven’t done for several years.
Knowing this — angry about it, but left with no other option — I phoned the recruiter, to see if I could re-arrange the interview.
Nope.
They had no free slots left.
With no money to get to the interview, and no dates left to rebook for?
For what could well have been a very good position indeed?
I had to cancel.
The recruiters have said they will contact me, again, if another — or, indeed the same — position becomes available.
Although I can’t see them doing that: I can’t imagine what they’re thinking of an interview who doesn’t turn up.
The Job Centre have been apologetic: as much as they try and resolve these things quickly, they can only go as fast as the banks will let them.
Frankly?
Well …
I’ll apologise for the language.
But my GODS, this has left me fuming …
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Fuming and swearing aside?
Fuming and swearing aside, I am still job hunting … and determined to learn to at least double check on ticket prices.
Job hunting …
And watching TV.
Thankful that I had something to watch.
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