“But There Are No Jobs!”
This. I’m fucking sick of hearing this shit. Usually it’s used in conjunction with much jumping up and down, and various incredulous expressions with regards to me leaving university at this point in time. If I listened to the news and the so called ‘experts’, I’d be told that I’m without a hope in hell because there’s no jobs. None. Nada. Nothing. Simple as that.
Well the problem is, there are jobs. I’m looking at them right now. You can even look for them too. Many are good jobs, with a future in them and a reasonable wage. Some you need experience for and some are willing to train you up. So if there are jobs out there then why is the rate of unemployment so high? Well the answer is simple. There aren’t enough employable candidates. You can call bullshit, but I’m ‘unemployed’ and have to go down the jobdolescumcentre to ‘sign on’ every couple of weeks. I see the types of people that inhabit these places. You’ve got people who think a suit is a type of sofa, people with face tattoos and people with enough metal in their bodies to rival a scrap yard. I was sat waiting for my appointment the other day and I’d been waiting for about 10 minutes. I didn’t particularly mind but the woman next to me on the other hand, did. She’d been there for all of three minutes before she started bashing into the backrest of the chair repeatedly and muttering profanity under her breath. When you factor into the equation that a large number of these people probably don’t give two shits about finding a job, you start to realise why we have a problem in this country.
Don’t get me wrong, there are genuine people down there that want employment. Many of them seem to have been made redundant and such, however most of the ‘genuine’ people are of the older generation. I’ve seen maybe one or two decent looking people my age (Decent as in well mannered, polite, well dressed etc) in the several weeks I’ve been going there. I mean let’s be honest. These people have no chance whatsoever of even getting through to the first stage of the interview process. Hell they probably won’t even get there due to their below average to nonexistent GCSEs and probable criminal records.
Fair enough, I admit I’m generalising and know nothing of the specific details of the cretins that inhabit these places, but when you’re looking for work presentation is everything; you have to sell yourself to the employer and the people trying to find employers for you. If you turn up to your jobseekers interview in a food stained tracksuit, obviously unwashed hair and muttering ‘fucking lazy cunts’ under your breath, then what hope have you got?
