On Back to Work Courses.
There must be many people, if not all of us, who read Ipswich Unemployed Action, who’ve done (and have had to have done) courses on helping you back to work.
Despite having finished the Work Programme I just did a Course (half a day) on Effective Job Searching.
The back-to-work industry is focused on getting people’s CVs right.
This is useful and you can’t complain.
There’s also the guidelines on how to apply for jobs, use the Net, keep records, set goals, and prepare for interviews.
So far so good.
Though having done a handful I can’t say that I’ve learnt more by having to do to more and more and more of them.
One thing I have noticed is that as the welfare-to-work industry gets more desperate about their pitiful record in the Work Programme the more intense the pressure on claimants has become.
It used to be that we should present ourselves respectable and take a serious attitude towards getting a job.
At the worse it was if we should be like agricultural labourers in the 19th century.
They had ‘fairs’ where the assorted shepherds, milkmaids, cordwainers, cowmen, and ploughmen, not to mention domestic servants, would assemble in their best clothes and clogs, covered with ribbons, and smiling, all looking for the kindly farmers and gentry who would employ them.
Now it’s our CV’s that are bedecked with finery.
Yet I notice that we are expected to do more.
We have to make nuisance calls, and generally pester people saying ‘Give us a job please.”
Those giving the courses (I am not signaling out any individual, but if the cap fits…), seem have got harder as well.
Inspiring tales (true or not) of those who’ve found work are only a step away from saying that those who have not got any are to blame themselves.
The idea that the high streets are increasingly derelict (post-Xmas), that machinery, from automatic check-outs to robotics, are making the long-term need for human employment less likely, never gets mentioned.
Instead it’s get up and go! Be like me!
Live off the out-of-work the UK’s Unemployment Industry.
And, I hate, really hate, an audience being called “you guys”.
It’s like that tick in the shops, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
I am not a ‘guy’, blood.