Here I am at nearly 50 years old and for the fourth time in my working career, have been made redundant. You would think that by now I would be used to it, but no, it's a nightmare. I was made redundant in May this year after nearly six years working as a Production Manager for a local publishing company. The redundancy pay-out was the government recommended of one weeks pay for every year worked so as I was just short of six years by one month, I only received five weeks redundancy pay. What to do? Sign on of course! Enter the world of Job Seekers and what a weird world it is.
Harrogate Job Centre is a nice airy building with comfy seats and open plan advisor stations. Doesn't look much from the outside but you know what they say about book and cover. What goes on inside completely threw me. Not having been inside a job centre for over 10 years, been faced with security guards and doorkeepers was quite a surprise. Do not pass go, do not collect your £71.70 without your Community Chest card came to mind. The initial appointment to sign on is with a rapid claim adviser and by the time every personal piece of information has been divulged, dissected and recorded for time immemorial I was close to tears. Then the criteria bit came in to qualify for the allowance. You must apply for 3 -5 jobs each week. You must do two other actions each week ranging from phoning agencies to standing on the Royal Hall Steps! (Harrogatonians will know what that means) and you must record all of this on the gov.direct website, and then IF you have done all of this by the time you next sign on you can get the allowance. Signing on is once a fortnight on a specified day and time.
Needless to say, appointments never run to time so when waiting to be seen people watching while pretending to read a book is a brilliant pass-time! It amazes me of the guile of some people. One guy was covered in plaster dust and paint and had clearly just walked off a building site and when asked by his advisor if he had worked in the past two weeks answered No, he hadn't. Another guy asked to claim bus fare while dressed in full leathers carrying a motor bike helmet and keys. Really!
That was at my first sign on and things just got worse from then on...Yes I'm on the scrapheap!






