Wednesday 16 February 2022

Unimpressed.

So I went along to a second appointment for Universal Credit, and to my utter annoyance she has booked me for a third next week. These are a pointless waste of time. She has also given me "feedback" on my CV which as far as I can ascertain involved changing the font from my standard Calibri to

some kind of shitty serif font thing
and destroying all the tidy formatting

She did absolutely nothing else. Is this some kind of moronic pretence that she's doing something constructive? Should I mention here that last week we had shared a laugh over people who hand in CVs written in the childish scrawl of Comic Sans, and wrecking my font is possibly the last thing I expected this human to do to mine?

There are so many Comic Sans memes,
I didn't even have to make one.
And I needed to caption this in the actual Comic Sans font
- but Blogger has more taste than to offer it -
forcing me to hand code it in for you,
so that you can enjoy it.
You're welcome.

I noted that my online account says my only obligations at present are to check my account regularly and update it if my work situation changes. She said she was going to change it, and reinstated my old obligations despite me noting that I would prefer not to have those obligations since they are not necessary. That got me nowhere.

She then announced that a local Bargain Shop representative was in "the other office on the next street" and that perhaps I'd like to go and chat with them. I walked up the hill in the pouring rain only to be told, no, the Bargain Shop rep is in the office I just came from, so back I went. I was so out of breath I could barely speak, wet, in jeans and a jumper, and expected to sit with the supermarket rep in a sort of interview. The shop did not have an email system by which to receive my CV, nor any means to receive it electronically in any way, and the lady told me I should print it and deliver it to the shop in person. I told her that I had been previously invited to her store to interview for a management position, but I am not really sure that info will help me anyway.

Before leaving, one of the office-worker randoms standing around the room stopped me and asked me if I'd like to speak with one of the specialised trainers who was also in the office. I asked what it was for and got a shit-ton of enthusiastic gobbledigook about the fabulous hints and tips they have for how to write your CV and look for jobs. She must have seen the look on my face as I told her that I also have a phone appointment this afternoon with a specialised job coach who, I think, is going to discuss my CV with me and tell me how to look for work. At that point she said it wasn't compulsory so I thanked her and left. I got the side eye from all the other office-worker randoms - I counted seven of them in the room plus six security guards. Considering there were only about 3 clients, I can't decide if there are frequent violent outbursts in here or if it's just another way for the Job Centre to waste money alongside with making me attend weekly pointless meetings. Maybe the violent outbursts have been caused by previous clients' CVs being converted to plain text.

Anyway, all these things I'm required to do, and in return for this my payment this month was £0.00.

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