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by Johnny Doglands
A little background on my current situation -
I have been unemployed for 18 months, which Is the exact same amount of time this pandemic has been going on, so I'm not too fussed about it. A couple of weeks ago my jobcentre advisor was trying to sign me up for training courses. How to apply for jobs, write your CV, those kind of things. I said no thanks, I've already done all those at least three times.
Then they said do you want to join the *Insert Company Name here* Academy? It's a two week training course with a guaranteed job interview at the end of it! The course is online, the job is online, it's all remote!...Well that sounds okay, I said. I don't see why not.
Within a couple of days, it changed from all online to all in person. A few days after that, I find out it's not going to be *Insert Company Name here* doing the training, it's a different training provider. I know this training company, a couple of years ago they tried to sign me up for as many courses as they could, whether I needed them or not.
Have I been duped into going to one of those places where they warehouse the unemployed? In the middle of a pandemic?
*Insert Tortured Black Metal Scream Here*
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Fast Forward a couple of weeks. I have developed headaches, twitchy eye, insomnia. At this point I am just winding myself up. Maybe it won't be so bad.
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First day of training today. There are about twenty of us here, all presumably going for the same job. Apart from me, only one other person is masked. There is no social distancing, no screens or partitions, they must have just re-opened the place after being closed for Covid. There is a bottle of hand sanitiser at the front desk, at least that's something.
My alloted computer has no power lead or mouse because there aren't really enough computers for everyone. I have to go hunting for those. The lady sat next to me has no mask, so I guess I'm keeping mine on. Summer decided to come back for a couple of days and I forgot how sweaty I get, it's like I have a burst water pipe on the top of my head and I am sweating into my mask. I bet she wishes she had brought a mask now, as there are only about 30 centimetres between us.
Turns out we aren't exactly training for the job, this is sort of a very general 'How to live in Britain and How to use a computer' sort of training. So if I do get the job, I'll have to do even more training after this. The job interview is a month away at the earliest, maybe more. Did I mention that I'm training for a job in a Call Centre and my last job was...working in a Call Centre, so again, I'm not sure why I need to do all this.
We are given research assigments whilst they do individual tutorials in the next room. I am to Research 'British Values', 'Safeguarding', and various other things that have little to nothing to do with working at a call centre, and write the answers down on the sheets of paper they gave me. I also need to do the government's 'Prevent' or 'How to not be a Terrorist and how to spot a Terrorist' course online, except gov.uk seems to not be working. It's not working for anyone except the lady next to me, who is Eastern European. They decided to put her through the terrorist spotting program and nobody else... hmmm. This lady doesn't understand any of this, and there's not much help or supervision. Her english is fine, but a lot of this is legalese, which no one really understands. I'm trying to explain it to her in a way that makes it seem like she didn't just move to a Fascist Country, it is a futile task.
We never did any of this British Values and Prevent Terrorism type stuff when I went to school. Nevertheless, I could easily answer all these questions without needing to do the research. I decided however, that I'm going to do it how they want it done, or else I'm going to end up sat twiddling my thumbs. Hopefully they will see my excellent work and I will be able to persuade them that I'm not really supposed to be here...
After several hours, my tutorial finally comes around. I show the tutor my excellent work. I just spent three hours writing and researching British Values and Safguarding and she's not going to even look at it, let alone mark it. It could be the Unabomber Manifesto for all she knows. Terrorist Spotting Fail! What was the point in that?
What follows could have gone one of two ways.
Either A) I used my charm and guile and persuaded her that I have a computer at home and I could be doing this there.
Or B) I came across as uncooperative, and they reluctantly decided to let me go home in order to get rid of my cynical ass.
Hopefully A) because if not, I could be in trouble with the job centre and lose my benefits.
Tommorrow, I'll be starting useful stuff like 'How to use the Internet','How to be a Successful Person' and 'How to write an essay', but at least I'll be doing it at home.
There was also something I remembered them saying which made me think I'll be doing this job for little or no money for a number of weeks, but In my desperation to get out of there, I forgot to ask about that.... I really should ask about that, but I don't really want to go back there and write lots of nonsense only for no-one to read it again. I am due in for another tutorial next week, oh joy.
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Thank you for reading my Kafka novel.