I graduated from the University of Cardiff four years ago with a 2:1 in English literature and language studies, I worked as a medical secretary, an assistant director, and have been backpacking around the world three times. However, four years, a degree, eighteen countries, and thousands of pounds in the past (and won) Savings later entered the local employment office to apply for job seekers allowance for the dreaded. I've never felt as low as I did coming out of that building with my "Assignment Booklets" on hand and money £ 67.50 unearned then deposited into my bank account.
I came home from my recent trips overseas in November 2011 and, after four weeks of the double-edged sword that delighted in being at home and no longer despair to explore, I realized it might be time to find a job. I applied to some medical practices and hospitals to get what I thought would be an easy job, but soon discovered my apps not even worthy of thanks, let alone interviews. With the empty boat and money well despair Verily I realized it was time to login.
I had always thought of the biweekly pay as something that people did not want to work, or maybe the occasional person who actually could not work, but never deemed necessary for anyone willing and able to work. I applied for the grant on-line easy to do for those who have an Android phone I'm sure, but a bit slower on the old PC, filling in details about my savings, which had been last year, why she decided to apply, and so was pleased to think that was eligible for free money. The next day I received a text saying I was eligible, and would be required to attend an interview.
Not knowing how to dress for what was not a great interview, nor was a chat with friends, I timidly approached through the automatic doors of the Employment Bureau, dodging clouds of smoke jobseekers often, and sought to a friendly face can make the experience a little more bearable. It came in the form of a lady on the client (that's the right word?) Service Desk who took my name and asked me to sit on a couch near red plush. Unfortunately, a previous guest had covered in mud.
After a discussion with two women who completed my on-line form, once again, asking again why I left the country (to explore), why I came back (home), and relatives living in the country ( everyone in my immediate family), I said he was being interviewed 'as someone who came from Poland for six months. "
I was moved by Ray's desk on the opposite side of the room and welcomed as "the traveler before having the details of 'the agreement presented before me, to" win "my £ 67.50 a week I agreed 'phone at least three employers "and" visit at least one employer. I signed on the dotted line and was sent on my merry way not so, ignoring the warning that if you do not apply for a job that seems to fit my experience I have my good standing.
Everyone who came in contact with the office was courteous, friendly and encouraging, however, when I said goodbye to Ray and told him I hoped he would not see him again as I felt tarnished. I worked hard to pay for my travels, I Couch surfed so I do not have to pay for accommodation, travel only 82,000 kilometers, and yet out of the employment office after having to ask a few pounds to keep my head on water that was reduced to a crying mess.
In one stroke I left a graduate optimistic returned from his third round of international travel with a trio of blogs under his belt, a shy job seekers benefit.