Showing posts with label employment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label employment. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 March 2015

The Daily Teaser — 28-3-2015

You know I’m working at the moment, don’t you … ?

You didn’t?

I’m working at the moment.

Well, not literally, obviously … !

But I’m AM in employment: which is nice, after four years of job-hunting.

On the other hand … ?

On the other hand, I’ve seen my hours for next week.

I think I’ve got a lot of free time coming … 

~≈Â≈~

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

The Daily Teaser — 6-1-2015

Hmmm … 

Well, that helps … 

I told you, yesterday, I’d had my hours cut: and don’t see them going up, this week.

Sales being what they are.

I don’t — this week — see them going back up: although hopefully this will improve.

 I also think I might just have to sign up for Working Tax Credits: which is something I’m always iffy about.

Either way … ?

Either way, I know I managed to get into work, yesterday: just to let my boss know how I felt about it.

I’ll give her credit: there wasn’t much she could do or say, beyond reassuring me everyone was getting a slice.

Still: she was able to both reassuring … and very understanding about a whinging staff member.

That’s a good thing, I think.

~≈Ê≈~

Monday, 5 January 2015

The Daily Teaser — 5-1-2015: Kampuchea

Hmmm … 

That’s awkward … 

You know I’ve recently started a job, don’t you … ?

It’s … well, maybe not the best: but it’s a good group of co-workers, and generally, a pleasure to be at.

I think I’m going to have to have a quiet word with my boss: as I’ve had — as all of us — had my hours cut.   Down to ten hours in my case.

On my hourly rate, and with those hours, I am literally, better off not working.

The reason for this?   Apparently, the branch has had a serious fall in sales, compared to last year.

I’m not complaining too much: after all, the hours in the run up to Christmas has been pretty damn good.   And it is, at the moment, just this up coming week’s hours.

 Still … I think sitting in silence isn’t necessarily an option.

~≈Ï≈~

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Men At Work Placement

OK, OK … 

It’s a Sunday evening!

But there’s not much on TV at the moment.   There’s not a lot on the radio, either.

And frankly … ?

Frankly, there’s something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest: about being out of work.

~≈◊≈~

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Back At The Job Centre ...

This is literally going to be a quick post: courtesy of Brentwood Library.

As I'm in town!

At any rate, I've just signed on: the usual thing, that says I'm available to work should a job come my way: and should any jobs be available.

As part of my first time back, after being on the Work Program for two years, I'm supposed to have been seen by a personal adviser: who'll advise me on what happens next, and what help the Job Centre can offer me.

Guess what?

The chap was ill.

Story of my life, that ... !

The Daily Teaser — 29-1-2014: Unleaded Zeppelins

Hmmm … 

Right … 

BIT of a rush, this morning: as I have to be at the Job Centre — to sign on — reasonably early.

I also get to find out what now happens, as I’ve finished with the Government’s Work Programme.

Somehow … ?

I feel it won’t be that much in the way of practical help.

With that said?   Let’s get moving on … 

~≈Î≈~

Yesterday’s Teaser saw Debbi* putting in her answers.   With Trevor† telling us I’d got the tense wrong in a question, the day before, the day saw Debbi bagging five out of five.

Let’s see how everybody does with today’s questions, shall we?

Here they are, along with the How To, License and video … 

Q1) 29th January, 1916, saw Paris bombed by German airships known as Zeppelins.   What gas provided lift, for those early Zeppelins … ?
Q2) What was the name of the German noble who designed them … ?
Q3) What type of boat gives its name to the part of a Zeppelin, used to carry the crew, passengers or cargo … ?
Q4) The gasbags in the airships were made from what’s called goldbeater’s skin.   In other words, the intestines of a young what: sheep, goat or cow?
Q5) Airships are what kind of aircraft: lighter than air, fixed wing or helicopter … ?
Q6) Which Manhattan landmark has a spire originally intended as a mooring mast for airships … ?
Q7) Finally … What was the name of the airship that exploded in New Jersey, in 1937?
Here’s yesterday’s questions and answers …
Q1) 28th January, 1754, saw Horace Walpole coin the word, ‘serendipity,’ in a letter to Horace Mann.   The word refers to a happy … what … ?
A1) A happy accident, or coincidence.
Q2) 28th January, 1521, saw the start of the Diet of Worms: in which European country … ?
A2) Germany.
Q3) That Diet produced the Edict Of Worms: which forbade people from ‘receiving, defending, sustaining, or favouring’ which religious figure: Pope Leo 10th, Martin Luther or the (then) Archbishop of Canterbury?
Q4) 28th January, 1958, saw the patenting of the Lego brick.   Which European country is Lego from … ?
A4) Denmark.
Q5) Finally … 28th January, 1958, saw the last broadcast of which comedy show … ?
I’ll leave you with this tune from VNV Nation …


And with this thought from Jasper Fforde …
“What is wrong with airships anyway? They have borne mankind aloft for over a hundred relatively accident-free years and I see no reason to impugn their popularity...”
Jasper Fforde. The Eyre Affair
Have a good day … 










*        Oh, Debbi: I’ve a little thing I’m thinking of posting to the blog at some point: but want to make sure it’s fairly readable to my fellow lay-people.   Would you mind me emailing it over?

†        Cheers, Trevor: I can get that modified … !   (Oh, same thing, Trevor: mind me emailing this over … ?)

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

The Work Programme: Some Thoughts.

You know, yesterday was … interesting … ish … 

At least form my viewpoint, it was.

I had my last appointment at the UK government’s flagship Work Programme, yesterday: the scheme that the Government hopes will help the long-term unemployed — like me — back into employment.

I say interesting, when I think the word I’m after — or one of them — is bittersweet.

After all, and even though I only had to travel a few miles, it was an afternoon/morning out, in somewhere other than Brentwood.   The fact something of a routine day-trip has now come to an end is bittersweet: and some I’ll miss, having gotten used to it.

There’s all kinds of issues with that day out, and its end, though.

As I’ve already said, the Work Programme is the government’s attempt to help the long-term unemployed back into work: and is supposed to last for two years.

If you get a job in that period, the staff at the Programme are supposed to supply funding and help for the rest of the two year period, in order to help you keep the job.   So if you get a job, having been on the Programme for a year, they’re supposed to give help and funding for another year, for example.

In my case, though … ?

I have to admit to being something of a tough case.   I’ve something of a patchy employment history: and a personal history best described as colourful.   One I feel means many employers would prefer to hire someone else, whatever upside there may be to hiring me.

Given those circumstances … ?

Given those, you’d think — think — I’d maybe get a little extra help.   That’s possibly debatable.

EITHER way, I was on the Work Programme for the maximum allowed two years.

Two years of getting a bus to Basildon — where my local Work Programme, run by a company called SEETEC, is based — at public expense.   (I buy the ticket, in Brentwood: SEETEC pays me my bus-fare: and then claims it back from the government, as expenses.)

I’ll be frank: I had some three to four (unsuccessful) interviews with various companies, in that first year on the Programme.

And I’ll give SEETEC their due: they covered the cost of the bus-fare for one of those, which was in Basildon.   AND covered the cost of a new pair of trousers, and a shirt: so I could look at least half way presentable.

They also signed me up for a CV writing course: and for a an afternoon workshop on how to write a cover letter.   Something that had a helpful; side: but only in as far as it confirmed a few points I already knew or suspected.

~≈†≈~

So that’s a point to them, I think.

However, I think I have other areas to complain about.

Doctors … 

Or at least GPs, I should say.   One reason we like having the same family doctor, in my experience, is a simple, old fashioned idea.

Continuity of service.   The simple fact that you get to know your GP over a course of many years: and their knowledge of you, as a long term patient, gives them a touch more insight into you, your behaviour when well, and what could be going wrong for you, just by seeing what you look like, when you walk through the door, today.

The fact is, SEETEC seemed to have an unbelievably high staff turnover.   Certainly at the level of the client advisers: the people who’d be dealing with I, and others, who came in through the door.

Early on, in the first year … ?   I was assigned an adviser called Julie.   I got into the office, that particular Monday, the office manager told me my new adviser was called Julie, and was sitting on “ … that desk over there.”   I had something like a half-hour review with her, where I told her what I was doing to find a job and we reviewed my CV: and looked at potential career options.

When I got back, to weeks later … ?

She’d got another job.

I had a couple of others who lasted for maybe two visits, roughly a fortnight apart.

You see my point, here … ?

There was little in the way of continuity of service.   Little time for a client adviser to get to know their client base, and suggest appropriate actions for each client, on a case by case basis.

~≈†≈~

Which is the other thing that struck me.

The course on offer.

Now, I mentioned I had a CV writing course and a cover letter writing course?

They were … handy … if not as intense, as possible.

Or as immediately useful as I felt they could have been.

On a personal front … ?   I should point out that I’ve a Level 2 NVQ in Customer Services.

It’s not much: but does at least tell prospective employers I know how to use a till, can be polite to customers, and know where to look for the First Aid box — and the First Aid person — should someone fall over.

In the two years I was at the Work Programme?   None of the advisers turned around and said something to the effect of “Oh, by the way, we do the Level Three Customer Services NVQ: is that something you’d like to sign up for, Paul?   That might persuade prospective employers you’re a good person to hire.”

There’s also a course doing the rounds called  the ECDL: or European Computer Driving Licence.   It‘s a basic computer literacy course.

Granted, I believe myself to be a touch more computer literate than some: but having that to my name was something I feel could again, have been helpful.

It was something that my local job centre has run in the past: and no doubt will do so again.

Of course, when I asked my local jobcentre about signing up for it … ?   They told me to ask the Work Programme.

Who — to be fair — had heard of it.   But couldn’t fund my doing it in Basildon: nor did they have one in Brentwood I could attend.

Encouraging, that … 

~≈†≈~

There’s possibly more I could tell you, there.

Possibly.

I could be telling you that, according to a Radio Four programme in November of last year, that the Work Programme seems to be not working for a quite a few people like me.

That some charities are critical of how the Programme is structured, as it gives them little incentive to do a proper job of the thing. 

That the Programme really isn’t helping the disabled finding suitable jobs.

That the programme is a waste of money.   Speaking as someone who’s had his return bus fare to Basildon paid for him, with out seeing any kind of return, I cannot disagree.

There’s possibly a lot of things I could be saying.

I will, however, close with this thought.

There are many who would argue that the unemployed need some sort of help to find work.

One thing that would … ?   Is having plenty of jobs around that are both suitable for those out of work: and willing to hire those of us who are — at first glance — tough to see as good employees.

The other thing that would help … ?

Speaking from my own experience, would be a Work Programme that’s more helpful than the one I’ve just attended for two years.

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

The Eternal Jobhunt … 

You know, I’ve got to admit, the job-hunt … ?

Is really not going well.

I’ve been into my local jobcentre, today: the usual fortnightly signing on for the benefit payment the government chooses to hand out.

And of course, I made sure I got there a earlier than I was due in.

Purely so I could browse through the job adverts the Jobcentre has there.

Hmmm … 

I would LOVE to be able to tell you I’ve spotted something there I felt I had a chance of getting an interview — please notice the word — for.

There was nothing.

Nowt.

Nothing.

Diddly*.

It’s … 

Well, it’s definitely turning into something of a grind.

☰☷☰☷☰

Which to be frank … ?

Is something I think — hope, maybe — I can handle.

That doesn’t make it any easier, I know that much.

But DOES mean finding things to do — affordable ones, at that — is … helpful, let’s put it that way.

When I find something … ?

I’ll let you know … !





















*        That’s assuming I’ve spelt that correctly: my American English isn’t stunning.

Monday, 6 February 2012

Jobseeking … 

Hmmm …

So that’s what the website looks like, is it … ?

It certainly took its time loading up, I know that … !

But at any rate … ?

I’ve got to admit, I was in Basildon, today.

Frankly, as a result of being out of work for quite some time, now.

What happens, here in the UK, is that after a year out of work, one get’s put onto what’s called a work programme.

Which, at the moment … ?

SEEMS to consist of turning up at the Seetec office, once a month, and searching for work there.

How helpful it’ll be … ?

Well, I’m not sure, to be perfectly frank with you.

I DO know the staff all seem friendly and approachable, and that it — if nothing else — gets me out of the house.

Here’s hoping it helps …


Monday, 5 December 2011

The Job … And My Mood …

You know, I’ve GOT to admit, I'm thinking this time of year is a bit of a git, isn’t it ... ?

Especially if, like me, you're both out of a job, AND tend to suffer a bit with depression.

Christmas time is …

Rough, let's put it that way.

Thankfully, though ... ?

Thankfully, and despite my usual preference for Mac OS X, I’ve managed to haul myself up to Brentwood Library, to post this.

It’s a strange but helpful thing to remember that just simple little things — like talking a walk, for example, or finding something to do — can be very helpful lifting one's mood.


LORD know’s how I’d manage if I were seriously housebound!

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Mixed Feelings

OK, granted, the Watchmen* take on the old Smiley icon.

But I’m blowed if I could find one that meant ‘mixed feelings’, I really couldn’t.

You remember that I’d had an interview, yesterday, with a little telesales company, out in Brentwood’s equivalent of the proverbial sticks … ?

Well …

I’ve got to be honest, I didn’t get it.

I’m …

Well, I’ll be honest, I’m having mixed feelings about that, as I’m sure you’ve probably guessed.

On the one hand … ?

It’s the first actual interview I’ve had for a while: and, while I’m alway’s uncertain of how well I did — I’m ALWAY’S uncertain about these things — I think the fact that I was offered a try out, almost on the spot, tells me that I was impressive enough.

Or that the company concerned were desperateº.

At ANY rate, the try-out was scheduled for this morning.

Then re-scheduled — late yesterday — for tomorrow morning.

I was mildly grateful: it gave me a chance to check on the bus timetables, and whether the company that operated the sole bus route to Doddinghurst offered season tickets, and what kind of help my local benefits office could offer me.

THEN I got cancelled, this morning, not long after I’d got out of the shower and posted up today’s Teaser.

Hmmm …

Frustrating …

You can imagine …

»»•««

At any rate, I’ll confess, this is exactly where the mixed feelings came in.

The job was offering what — to me — was a very good basic salary, plus commission on top, for a job that seemed well with-in my abilities: or, if not within them, then certainly easy enough to learn.

All I had to do was make sure of the bus route and time table, pass that try and …

And supply me bank details as needed, so any pay could go through, on payday.

So, as you can imagine … ?

As you can imagine, getting the proverbial elbow, before I’d actually been hired was both frustrating …

And something of a relief.

After all, getting there would have been something of a chore, I think: as much of a chore as getting to central London.

And …

Well, there’s something else, as well.

I know SOME of the land in this part of the world‘s fairly cheap.

But having an office on a farm in seriously rural Essex … ?

Well …

There’s something odd there …




















* I’ve got to admit, the 2009 film version was one of the few times a film managed to stay close to it’s source material: what’s more, I think Jackie Earle Haley as Roschach was something else …

º I’m inclined to the latter, to be frank …

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Hum, Drum … And Glum … !

You know, I’ve GOT to admit, confession can be good for the soul, occasionally, can’t it … ?

Do you mind me being confessional, at the moment … ?

I hope not … !

But to be frank … ?

I think the job situation — ie, not having one, at the moment — is getting to me.

Definitely getting to me.

Did I ever tell you I get mild depression … ?

Thankfully mild, and — with a thankfully mild dose of Prozac — manage to function perfectly well, thank you very much.

But right now … ?

Well … ?

Well, RIGHT now, I think that after I’m going to wander ’round to the local job centre, to see if they’ve anything in, that I can apply for.

Even if they don’t … ?

The walk will do me good.

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

CeX Work …

Hmmm …

You know, I’ve got to admit, I’m …

Disgruntled …

Possibly more than disgruntled, but lets stick with disgruntled, for now, shall we … ?

Yes …

»»•««

Do you remember that — a little while back — I was hired to work at the Brentwood branch of CeX … ?

And, after Christmas, had my hours reduced.

And then let go in March.

Hmmm …

I’ve got to admit, that was …

Well …

Annoying, looking back: in the way it was done, I should say.

But, at any rate … ?

At any rate, the job was finished, I started signing on looking for a new job.

Not exactly easy …

Yeah see, in the UK, those of us signing on for what’s called Job-seeker’s Allowance.

Usually … ?

Usually find it goes through fairly quickly.

Once the relevant government department gets your final bits of paperwork from your previous employers.

So far … ?

It all depends on getting that one little tax form that tells the Benefits people — or a new employer — what your tax code is.

The Brentwood branch of CeX … ?

Hasn’t done that, as yet … !

»»•««

Oh, I’m told by various shades of management that the form in question has — apparently — been sent out, not long after I left, in March.

But I’ve got to make a confession or two, here.

For starters … ?

It’s early June.

That particular form … ?

Usually turns up, within a fortnight …

So waiting around for a form — for THIS long — is not only causing a lot of financial hardship.

But getting ridiculous.

I’m going to make a suggestion, for those people reading this post, in the UK, in my town, and after a job.

Don’t apply at the Brentwood branch of CeX.

It won’t be fun, leaving it.


Thursday, 11 March 2010

The Job Situation … Again …

Do you remember me writing, a day or so ago, about the situation with my job?

About how there was a possibility that I’d get taken aboard by the company that’s taking over what had been the Warley branch of Threshers?

You do?

Oh, Good …

Well, an old workmate — from way back in the day, when I’d worked at The Hutton — pointed out that I may have cause to complain about that.

Cheers, Aurora!

It was a damn good idea.

It’s just a shame that it didn’t work out …

Bless her, Aurora suggested that I might just be able to make a case of it, under something I’d not heard of, until then: what’s called the Transfer of Undertakings (Protection of Employees) regulations. Designed — basically — to make sure that the staff at a place of work get to keep their jobs, if a business is sold on.

Like I say, a damn good idea …

And one that — five or ten years ago — I maybe wouldn’t have gone for.

These days?

These day’s, when I’m older, in a steady relationship, and putting up a fight to get or keep a job, it seems much more the thing.

But, unfortunately, according to the nice person I spoke to at the Brentwood branch of the Citizens Advise Bureau, there was an exception to the TUPE regulations that applied to the case of Threshers.

The TUPE regulation applied when a business was sold on as a going concern.

What happened to Threshers?

Was a case of the assets of a business — the Brentwood branch’s lease, in other words — being transferred.

NOT the business, itself.

TUPE, it seems, doesn’t apply …

Now, I’d lying if I told you I didn’t have my hopes up, about this.

I would.

But I did.

The fact it didn’t come to anything?

Doesn’t surprise me.

But is a disappointment.

Definitely.

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

The Job Situation

You know, right at the moment, I’ve got to admit to feeling just a touch gutted.

Gutted …

And seriously hacked off.

Seriously, seriously, seriously hacked off.

You see, when Threshers closed, we were told …

Well, several things, actually.

One of which was the fact that — potentially — the Brentwood branch would be taken over by a company called Four Vintners.

Who would also be taking on any available staff.

…

…

…

Hmmmm …

Well …

That turned out to be …

Well, I’m tempted to use all sorts of words, here.

But let’d stick to ‘inaccurate’, and leave it there.

Will — my former boss, and the manager of the Brentwood branch where I worked — phoned me this morning, to let me know the bad news that he’d be getting taken on.

But that, due to the hours Four Vintners had available, I wouldn’t be.

Not even on a part time basis.

Not even THAT!

You might be able to imagine how I felt.

I think one word sums it up.

GUTTED.

And very angry.

At least, angry enough to get very snippy with Will, bless him, which he didn’t deserve: sorry about that, Will!

After all, Will had tried to persuade the new company to get as many of us as possible taken on.

But …

Well …

I can’t help but feel — right here and now — gutted, hacked off, angry …

And feeling incredibly …

Well …

I won’t use the word betrayed, here …

I’ll stick with the phrase ‘let down’, instead.

After all, like many people my age, I come with a history, both good and bad.

The bad bits I’d rather not talk about, unless I absolutely have to to.

But — as a counter to that — the good bits include an ability to cash up a till, do basic banking and an ability to interact with customers that on an bad day, is ok.

And on a good day, is bloody fantastic.

It’s not just me saying that.

Threshers used to operate a Mystery Visitor scheme, as many companies do, to keep tabs on their shops, and to make sure staff are up to par.

For those staff members who got a 100% score in one of these visits, they’d hand out a £500 bonus.

This post is being written with a copy of Safari, on the 2008 model Mac Mini that I got with the £500 bonus I got, for getting that 100% score on the Threshers Mystery Visitor scheme: something I was assured by our area manager that only half a dozen or so people in the area got.

So I — and Threshers and many customers I’ve served over the years — know I’m damn good at my job.

I’m upset, disappointed, and bloody ANGRY that someone won’t employ me and give me a chance to find that out.












Thursday, 14 January 2010

A long day in Chelmsford and Hutton …

You know, that’s really not the best photo of Tim and Dave, is it?

Is it?

Allison’s sister, Jan, and Jan’s daughter — Allison’s niece, Sophie — look a bit better, don’t they?

But at least we’ve room for improvement, don’t we, boys?

Now I’ve got to admit, I think I’ve had a very long day, today: I was up at five, this morning, to go to an interview in Chelmsford: for an assistant manager’s job at Cherlmsford’s Star Co-op.

Whether I get it, I don’t know.

I hope so.

But will find out on Monday.

Wish me luck …

But, at any rate, I do know that while I was in Chelmsford, I managed to help Dave out with his CV and Web cam.

Doesn’t he go ON, Tim??

Which I think are now working, even if Dave — bless him — hasn’t quite got the hang of it.

Can’t say as I blame him, I know I’m not that familiar with ’em!

Any way, the other thing I had a look at for Tim, was one of the netbooks: think we’re going to have trouble installing UNR on to them, as — whilst they recognise that the USB drives with UNR on — they can’t boot from them.

And the Set-up Menu — accessible through hitting the ‘f1’ key — won’t grant access to anyone without the password.

Adrian, I think I might just be phoning you, at some point on this one … !

•••••

But one thing I have managed to track down is why Jan and Sophie’s printer won’t work …

I spent a fruitful — if mildly frustrating — half an hour, when I got back from Chelmsford, trying to find the various Ubuntu options for Jan and Sophie’s Lexmark M1270 printer.

Until — eventually — we figured out what the PC was doing: trying to download the relevant drivers from the ’Net.

Which was fairly pointless, as they’re not actually online.

Dongle time, I think …