I got a letter from the DWP today telling me that if the Welfare Rights Bill 2011 is ratified, then I will get no support from the state from April 2012 until I've eaten through the monies I'd saved for my retirement.
My condition is degenerative so I won't get any better.
I have applied for over 1000 jobs in the 2 years, 7 months since I was made redundant. I've had four interviews in this time, two of which couldn't even me bothered to inform me I didn't get the job. A close second place resulted in the feedback that my previous employer had been under-utilising my skills and that I should be applying for jobs in the £40 to £45k mark. Not many of those jobs about in good times, let alone now. Applying for lesser jobs results in no interview due to being over-qualified!
In short, I have a broken spine, qualifications, experience, dedication to job hunting (I've even applied for jobs the same day as having been in hospital with needles in my spine!), have studied throughout life, put money away for retirement, and whittled away my youth working like a dog only to find myself on the scrap heap at 47, treated like a dole bludging scum bag and left to rot. Well, thank-you very much Mr. Cameron.
My condition is degenerative so I won't get any better.
I have applied for over 1000 jobs in the 2 years, 7 months since I was made redundant. I've had four interviews in this time, two of which couldn't even me bothered to inform me I didn't get the job. A close second place resulted in the feedback that my previous employer had been under-utilising my skills and that I should be applying for jobs in the £40 to £45k mark. Not many of those jobs about in good times, let alone now. Applying for lesser jobs results in no interview due to being over-qualified!
In short, I have a broken spine, qualifications, experience, dedication to job hunting (I've even applied for jobs the same day as having been in hospital with needles in my spine!), have studied throughout life, put money away for retirement, and whittled away my youth working like a dog only to find myself on the scrap heap at 47, treated like a dole bludging scum bag and left to rot. Well, thank-you very much Mr. Cameron.
