19 October 2005 I've visited hell today and it's called JobCentre Plus in Ipswich. I had to go up there because I had to show evidence of my identity for my National Insurance number. It was a colossal waste of time to have a guy fill out a piece of paper for me and photocopy my passport.I had to leave school early and drive like a maniac to get there by 11:20, only to get totally lost. I ended up being on the phone with someone from there and having her direct me in to the car park. I never would've found the place without her help. So much for sending GOOD DIRECTIONS. So I get there and check in. They whisk me off to this back corner area and there I sit and sit and sit and sit. Everyone who walks by me looks miserable. It was straight out of The Office. http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/characters/ And of course, everyone who is there is signing up for unemployment benefits or some other type of welfare except me. I'm sitting there, dressed for work, surrounded by a sea of track suits and prams. Finally, the pissed off man who works there calls me back and proceeds to fill out the application for me because I'm incapable of writing my information myself. I said about 4 words the entire time and he sends me on my way. ARRRGH! I drive back to Essex in the chucking rain for a duck-in at school before going to a work experience visit. It wasn't that exciting and I got home in time to fold laundry, vaccum and change the sheets on the bed. I live a life of danger! |
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