Job Search Jottings: Not A Good Start
June 24, 2011

Feeling that at the age of 31 I really ought to be in a better position careerwise and moneywise than I am, I decided to focus and make a proactive plan rather than reacting to whatever chances come my way. To be fair on myself, I have been proactive at several stages in the past. Or else I suppose I wouldn’t have got the jobs/pieces of work that I did get. But at the same time it strikes me that I have had a lot of luck, and a lot of people who, for some reason, respected me and thought I was worth giving a chance. It dawns on me now that a 31-year-old blind somewhere-in-between-para-andquadra-plegic with a 10-year-old degree in Philosophy and History, a Masters in Computer Studies and a rather patchy mixed bag of employment history needs to do much more to get where I want to be. It does also strike me that luck and friends are running out, but I try not to think about that and the negative thoughts which go along with it (the interviews I’ve failed at, not capitalising on being a “young graduate” with a Masters while I was still young and it was still relevant, resigning from the most long term job I’ve ever had because my manager was essentially bullying me e.t.c.).

Where do I want to be careerwise anyway? I have never had any long term “career goals”. I have had things I think I’m good at and tried to get work involving them. My most long term job, with a Disabled People’s Organisation, seems looking back on it to have just come to me. That was fortunate for me, because I ended up being paid for something I thought was useful and seemed fairly good at. But things changed and, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that as a disabled person I can’t try and get *any* job in a factory, doing bar work etc, I need to decide on the sorts of jobs I’m looking for and get into a position where someone will give me one. It’s got to be a well managed project, not a wandering journey. Of course few people really want to work in bars or factories anyway, but I find it difficult not being able to seek such work as a means to an end. Still, I have decided on some goals and a plan to implement them.

This plan involves something I would have never considered until now: contacting the Disability Employment Adviser. Oh the the joys of the job centre: discussing your personal situation in front of everyone, being told you aren’t entitled to benefit, banging your feet while getting out of the ridiculously tiny lift, being turned away because they gave you the wrong appointment time. Still, I decided it’s just possible they can help me, and I ought to give it a try. So I banish my cynicism, swallow my pride and phone the job centre.

And the line went dead. They say they’ll put me through to my local Centre, but it just rang and rang before simply cutting me off. No answerphone, no “There’s no answer at the moment, would you like to call later?” from a helpful receptionist. Just cut off. Great.

I wasn’t surprised by this but still it’s pretty shoddy. I suppose I could have tried again but after psyching myself up once was enough. I will have to go in to the job centre and ask to make an appointment there. Not a good start.

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