DWP Block Report To Cover Up Work Programme Shambles

A4E – as much use as an ashtray on a motor bike

the void

IDS-slug The DWP are refusing to release an evaluation of the floundering £6 billion pound Work Programme despite the report having recently featured on Channel 4 news.

The evaluation is believed to be critical of the Work Programme and in particular benefit sanctions, warning that they found: “no conclusive evidence that sanctions were changing job search behaviour or increasing job entry rates.”

A Freedom of Information request asking to see the report has today been refused by the DWP on the grounds that they plan to publish it at an unspecified later date (PDF).  The evaluation was scheduled to be released in the Summer of last year.

This is not the first time the DWP have treated Freedom of Information (FOI) rules with contempt in a shoddy effort to conceal what’s really going on, and wrong, with the department.  A ruling by the Information Commissioner;s Office (ICO) ordering the release…

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Choose life……

So… nothing to report.

Jobs seem to be a lot scarer on the ground – even Avon isn’t pyramid recruiting on Universal Job Match.
The Scanning administrator’s job has just done another round on at least two job sites (it doesn’t exist), but I applied for it again to keep the JobbyCentre happy.

I’ve applied for 27 jobs, had three rejections and no further job interviews.

The personnel officer at the bank sounded pissed off that I’d contacted him as to a start date. Oh,good news— other people were starting, but he hadn’t got a start date for ME.

    Excuse me for breathing…..and messing around the other people I have to deal with beforehand eg travel pass voucher, clothes voucher for trousers, I need a haircut, etc
    So,Still no start date for the job – like my so called supportive family they think I exist on fresh air…

    When I was dumped and they’d waved me off at University in 1984, they left me with absolutely no money and despite begging her, mother had failed to open me a bank account, in time or at the correct branch. My student grant cheque was three days away and a further three days or so in order for it to go into my account. I also had hall fees to pay and a students fare where I needed to buy stuff for my course there and then,like a dissection kit for botany (theses were the days pre internet). My family had also bought me an insulated cool box (that I never asked for, wanted,nor needed) for food, but had neglected to buy the freezable blue blocks to go with said..they didn’t say you needed them – so I wondered why my bread went mouldy…
    I give you a moment to reflect the above, and the why I never,ever want to go home. Well meaning people are fundamentally, stupid and their thoughtlessness can kill people (not just by toxins growing on bread).
    Sadly as time has gone on,both grandparents died, my brother grew into a controlling psychopath,sponging off ‘mummy’ and the state (despite him boasting about the size of his IQ) and a match for my weak,narcissistic, passive -aggressive mother.
    Whilst Mommie dearest looks for some good in my brother- that does not exist, she is an easy target to be manipulated by him.
    She claimed she’d been ‘forced’ into buying,by my brother a holiday home in Scotland. The fact she had this money and pleaded poverty for years, and forced me to dress in peculiar homemade clothes(which made me even more isolated and bullied) makes me both sad and angry. The house stands empty and is very,very poorly served by any public transport. I think they’ve owned it for five years (I wasn’t to know about it, or my brother would get angry) and stayed in it less than three weeks in total…what a f@cking waste when there are people,like me, desperate for a roof over their head.
    So I have theses two lovely people standing over me like Solomon passing judgement as to whether mother could just loan me one,lousy months credit card installment payment, to tide me over until my new job starts.

    Given all this I’ve also got problems over being potentially made homeless in the coming few weeks/months.
    SOmeone made an offer on the house…how much, I don’t know,but I suspect it’s those parasite property developers, who want to screw over some tenants.
    Never met a poor developer yet, so it’s the asking price or nothing from them, based on the years of fear and doing without I’ve done to pay someone elses RENT.
    I still don’t know exactly how, let alone where I’m supposed to move on to.
    Apparently that’s not the problem of
    1) my non communicative ex-husband, (as long as he gets his money),
    2)the estate agents (who are useless),
    3)the solicitor /court order (who walked over me and took their legal aid leaving me high and dry)
    4)my ‘family’, who ‘think’ the council are going to put me (and the dog and two cats) in s NICE home with a lovely garden….
    5) my oldest friend, ironically a solicitor, who was sorry bad things were happening to me and know I deserved better from life – I mean how frigging hell is that supposed to solve anything?

    All of this dear reader, shows us how much very alone we are in the world.
    No one gives a crap….move on, nothing to read here….back to your cosy life.

    Seven years ago I was doing a degree, I was solvent, I had a car and a husband…..but because his ‘bit on the side’s’ legs wasn’t open for business….
    he left, served me with divorce papers (unreasonable behaviour on my part because I wouldn't let him carry on with this slapper!) and a court gave him a percentage of the house, the house that I paid off the mortgage on in full, whilst the misely little worm had an endowment policy that wouldn’t cover said mortgage.
    Like the runs of a ladder falling away I was let down by everybody – the legal system,so called friends, a weak family, the benefits system and my only voice is blog whining about not being able to get a job…

    I did nothing wrong as far as I could see.
    All I ever wanted from life was a job that I didn’t dread going to, my own roof over my head, food in the fridge and to be left alone with my cats and dog. Wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?

Waiting for the worms…

So… pleasantly surprised last visit to jobcentre went ok – that’s the last visit, not my very last visit unfortunately.
Maybe because my advisor was in a mellow mood the dreaded workfare wasn’t mentioned, just keep on applying for jobs and reassure her that I did have a job to go to – nothing on paper.
Then she mentioned an admin job at the police and the closing date was that day..so guess what I spent time doing that afternoon. It was a ‘real’ job, and to be fair to the poor sods in HR – they were swamped with applications. So hanging fire on that one. Certainly wouldn’t mind the job as I love filing.
Still no word on the bank job – this getting stupid, the longer I wait the more debt I get into. Haven’t perfected living on fresh air yet.

Still no word on my fibromyalgia. My blood had some active inflammation factor. The normal reading is 20, mine is progressing upwards from 32 to now 38. Doctor would only be worried if it was 50. So to nip the problem in the bud (sound of cash register) she wanted a chat and stop the blood tests. My symptoms haven’t gone away, I wish they would, so I’m being referred to a rheumatologist at a centre that at least I don’t have to get a bus/taxi to get to run by Virgin. Takes me chance I guess, wasn’t impressed with their counselling service – some prat knew less about Freud than I did and assumed I’d be sexually interfered with as a root cause of depression/ anxiety – nothing could be further than the truth – what a wanker. I got more from Ruby Wax’s book on mindfulness than that idiot.Putting that episode in a box with a heavy weight *splash!*

Still living in fear from my ex-husband contacting me again over selling the house, not that prospective buyers even share my taste in decor or enjoy a apple pie greeting a la Derren Brown (psychology/ misdirection). Haven’t seen that ugly sod of a deadbeat husband in the flesh for nearly three years and I blame him for not getting last last job after upsetting me prior to an interview. All adds to the pressure I don’t need.

Got word about my PPI at last – looks like I’m the only person who wasn’t mis sold it. Which is odd as I can’t claim on it- as it didn’t change with my change in circumstances – currently looking at the stars from the gutter.

Job hunting isn’t great either – applied for seven jobs since last week.
I got a job rejection that had a bit of a twist on it – sort of a backhanded compliment.

“We have received your resume and will review it as soon as possible.
If we have a position open matching your skills and experience, we will contact you shortly to discuss the opportunity. Otherwise we will enter your information into our database for any future opportunities”.

Anyway, just biding my time until the next disaster.

My Job Stats March 2014 and careless talk

So….Job application tally in my Outlook folder for MArch 2014 is 96.
I had one job interview – unsuccessful
I am still waiting a start date on a low level admin role, which may begin the end of April or early May. Some overpaid project manager need to have the boys sent around to their house…get it sorted.

When I had, what I thought was a successful interview, at which I had to to fight some bad news that I’d received moments before, Why did the interviewer say – Thank you and we’ll see you again soon… and then proceed to phone and say later in the day that they’d given the job to someone else??? They should NOT say these things, raising people’s hopes.