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More tales from the JobCentre

Well, it appears that far from having a personal vendetta against me, the JobCentre has a vendetta against everybody. On the one hand, it’s comforting to know that it’s not just me who has felt maligned, ignored, patronised and generally ill-treated, but on the other, somewhat depressing that this fine institution is meant to be helping people get into work. I wonder, does the induction of new JobCentre employees include ANY disability or equality training at all? Do they study to be anal and unreasonable?

Allow me to elucidate.

Example one: a friend who is visually impaired as well as deaf and unable to drive was four minutes late for an appointment at the JobCentre because the bus (operated of course by Worst Bus – excuse me, First Bus, the service provider for Bristol who despite running a less than stellar service haven’t had their contracts taken away) was late. Despite Worst – pardon me – First Bus being known for running a lousy service, at those times when they bother to run a service at all, the people at the JobCentre turned him away, saying he mustn’t be late. When he told us this, I couldn’t help but be reminded of all the times I went to the JobCentre for an appointment and being kept waiting for up to half an hour. Conclusion = it’s fine for the JobCentre to keep disabled customers hanging around, but it’s not fine for a disabled customer to turn up four minutes late due to unavoidable and plausible circumstances.

Example two: another friend who is deaf and wears hearing-aids has been having trouble with their local JobCentre Disability Advisor, who apparently turned out to know very little about deafness / Access to Work / anything at all, and so had arranged a meeting with the JobCentre manager to work out the issues. The manager then asked her; “You can’t hear the telephone, but why are you wearing hearing-aids?”, thus proving that ignorance has no barriers.

Example three: Another friend who is deaf went to the JobCentre to sign on. They offered him a job in a call centre.

I would go on, but I feel I’ve made my point. Want to improve the JobCentre? Increase staff, increase funding, give said staff full training including disability and equality awareness, and impress upon them that they are supposed to be encouraging people to go and find work, not exposing them to an ambience so ill-informed, soulless and depressing that going there drains the willpower out of the most determined spirit.

In the meantime, I wish anyone out there who has to deal with the JobCentre the very best of luck.

Adventures at the JobCentre

Today I received another letter from JobCentre Plus. I had hoped that cutting ties would mean that I would be left alone, but no. They’re not done with me yet. And to think I stopped claiming JSA because I wanted a simpler life. Ha ha de ha ha.

Casual readers may not understand my deep loathing for the JobCentre, perhaps believing that a state-funded job agency that requires people to show up and sign on before they get any money is a good idea. Maybe it is, in principle. But if one then creates a huge monster of bureaucracy, and then sets targets, and then lays down a big, complicated set of rules, and then hands it all over to people who appear to have little imagination at all, that is today’s JobCentre. The JobCentre employs people who cannot read the words ‘hearing-impaired’ on my info screen. It employs people whose job is quite clearly to get through the huge stack of forms and sign-on sheets and little else. It employs people who, despite me pointing quite clearly to the sign-on time on my signing-on booklet, ask if I’m there for an appointment.

One time, early on, I spent about an hour patiently explaining the exact nature of my mobility issues – basically, my feet are not quite the right shape, which affects how I walk, which affects my knees – to the resident Disability Advisor. Simple enough stuff, and I even went so far as to show him the scar on my left foot where a surgeon had tried - and failed – to fix the problem. I explained that due to these issues, I could not walk far. I needed regular rest. In fact, I would preferably have a job where I am sitting down most of the time. I suggested admin or data clerk. The next week, what job advert did he send me?

Shelf stacker at Morrisons.

I wish I was making that up. I even stored that particular email in a file in my inbox, just so I could marvel at it, and print it as proof, if I ever needed it, that the JobCentre were not going to find me a job. Indeed, over the four years that I was signing on, on and off, a total of about two years in that time, every single job or little gig that I found, I found myself. The JobCentre were absolutely no help at all.

Case in point – the Disability Advisor told me that I had the right to an interpreter via Access to Work, and that the JobCentre would help me if needed. A few weeks later, I had to go to the JobCentre to sign on, but I also needed to talk to them as I had secured a brief part-time job, knowing my benefit would be affected and that I would have to fill in some forms. I called to inform them of this, a week before I came in, and asked for an interpreter. When I got there, no interpreter. I wrote on a piece of paper and asked where they were. The person who’d drawn me for signing-on said it hadn’t been booked. I asked if they had got my request for an interpreter. His reply was, I swear;

“Yes it’s on the system that you asked for one but the manager said no because it’s not in the budget.”

Not in the budget? According to law, when an interpreter is requested at a government agency in good time, they need to be provided. I’m hazy on the exact details, but I know that there is a special pot of money dedicated to providing access, given to JobCentre Plus by the government. And the MANAGER of the JOBCENTRE has REFUSED to give me an interpreter because it’s NOT IN THE BUDGET??? If I hadn’t been so ground down by the general apathy at the JobCentre I would have made a lot more fuss at the time. As it was, I just wanted to get the damn forms done and get out of there.

And these are the people, you understand, who were supposed to be helping me find a job.

Constant reminders

I often find myself in the position of reminding people that I’m deaf. I use BSL, I wear hearing-aids with blue earmoulds, I often fail to respond to sounds that I can’t see. I’m deaf. Yet, they forget.

This morning, I went to the JobCentre. Got to front of the queue, held up my little pack, pointing clearly to the ‘regular appt’ section. She peers at it and mutters. I point again. She appears not to notice what I’m pointing at, assuming instead that I’m just pointing at my own pack randomly. She looks at me and asks if I’m here to see [my disability advisor]. Nooo. My face is a clear ‘no’, and my hand is saying ‘no’, so what does she do? She takes out my disability advisors’ card and asks again if I’m here to see him? No! I point again at ‘regular appt’ section and finally she gets it. ‘That’s fine’ she says (I think) and puts my pack in the queue box and smiles happily, waving me to my seat. Argh.

This little scene was fairly public. I basically declared – silently, perhaps – to anyone within 30 feet that I was deaf. Even so, a few minutes after I’d sat down, I heard a noise and looked towards it, just in time to see a man saying what seemed to be the second half of my name. I looked at him suspiciously, and waited for him to repeat it. He, in turn, looked around, and dumped the little pack back in the box before walking off. I quickly asked the woman next to me if the man had said my name. She confirmed that he had and I went off to follow him. Was accosted by security man, I pointed and said with my face and hands that I’m deaf. Actually, I was kind of annoyed, so it was more like “I’m DEAF!” The security man duly retrieved the other man, who I also informed in the same way; “I’m DEAF!” Man showed not a hint of abashment at shouting out a deaf woman’s name and just said he didn’t know.

Bear in mind, I’ve been attending the JobCentre regularly for several months, I’m rarely seen there without a BSL interpreter and it’s only for these basic signing-ons that I go alone. I’m pretty sure there’s a note on my screen for anyone who cares to look that I’m ‘hearing-impaired’. Even then, I still get called and had I not been as observant, I probably would have spent the next 20 mins waiting before I noticed something was amiss.

It may seem small fry to others, but it’s that feeling of constantly having to be on my toes and wits about me at all times – and regularly reminding people that I’m deaf and to look at me when they’re talking, a simple task that many unfortunately seem to find difficult – that makes me feel more comfortable in the deaf world. That’s just how it is.