Saturday, 24 November 2012

Lifestyle? What lifestyle?

So, this post might come across as a little preachy or something, but I do feel it’s somewhat important that I say my piece on this. Being a single parent I follow Gingerbread. I’m a member of their site and follow them on Facebook etc. So when they posted this:

http://gingerbread.org.uk/content.aspx?CategoryID=954

I felt I had to respond. And for those who want to read what the fuss is about, you can do that here:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/9697983/Welfare-minister-dreadful-benefits-system-gives-people-a-lifestyle-on-the-state.html

So, let me describe my “lifestyle”. It consists mainly of being broke and hunting for a job. I have been a single mum since The Ex and I split up about a month after our daughter’s first birthday. It was not a lifestyle choice. I left him because he was emotionally abusive and I was scared about the implications for our daughter of being brought up in an environment like that. I didn’t leave him for me. I left him for her. And to be honest, aside from the being broke thing it’s worked out pretty well for us. The Ex and I no longer hate each other and are capable of doing things with our daughter together as a family. Would we be doing that if we were still together? Probably not. And when I say we do things as a family, we can only afford to do things because I’m thrifty, and he works. He actually spends an awful lot on her. Probably more than I do. If we’re talking about treats anyway. I spend on the boring things. Food, rent, heating bills, clothes etc. So yeah, it’s an amazing lifestyle we’re living.

I made the decision to stay at home with my daughter instead of getting a job when I was still with The Ex. Ok, so perhaps I should have started looking for work as soon as I left him. Lots of you will feel that way. Especially as we’re living off your taxes. Well, let me just say this, ever since she started school I’ve been looking for work. The fact that I have as yet been unable to find a job is beyond depressing. I am trying. Unfortunately as a single mum I am restricted by available childcare. I am not flexible enough for many employers. Other jobs just don’t offer enough hours. I could work twelve hours a week as cleaner, but I’d still be relying on benefits. And I wouldn’t get the tax credits, so would be having to fork out for childcare costs without any help which would make us poorer than we are now (so please don’t hate me for not wanting to take that option. The Jobcentre are actually on my side there. Hell, they advised me not to do that.) And oh yeah, given I have a degree, some will pull out the “over qualified for the job” card. Joy. I totally went to uni so I could sit on my arse living off other people’s taxes. But once I get a job (note the optimism there) I shall be paying taxes. And I won’t be moaning about other single mums making use of the benefit system. Most single parents aren’t in their situation because they want a government funded lifestyle. Some are there because their partners left them, or died. Some left abusive relationships. And yeah, there may be some who wanted the council house etc., but despite those few, I don’t think the rest of us deserve to be tarred with the same brush.

If childcare wasn’t so expensive, and was more flexible, I might be working right now. Only as a waitress or something mind, but I might be employed. I wish there was more support and understanding for people like me. I don’t want to be where I am now. Unfortunately, I don’t see much of a way out right now. A bit defeatist perhaps, but I soldier on anyway.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

Job Hunting

I am having so much fun job hunting.  Not.  Now if there were any jobs available I might be.  Then again, rejections aren’t so fun.  And that’s when they have the decency to let you know you haven’t got the job.  Anyway, for two days in a row, a job search on the jobcentre site hasn’t even brought up any jobs.  None at all.  As I do a daily online search I only search the latest jobs each day, before looking back over old ones.  But there we are.  Since I officially started on jobseekers allowance, there has been absolutely nothing jobwise available for me to apply for.  Now if I could work evenings and weekends (I can’t because of childcare constraints, for those of you who’ll think I’m being choosy), it would be fine.  If I had loads of experience working in hotels, or bars, or something like that, or had a driving licence and car, there would be millions of jobs to apply for.  But nope.  Joy.  I love job hunting.  I’ve been doing it for a year now, and it seriously is amazing how crap it can make you feel. 

On a positive, I totally passed my counselling skills course, so now have a University Foundation Award.  I just need the twenty-one grand to do the degree now.  So, must find a job and get saving.  Oh yeah, there aren’t any.

I do of course live in hope that by repeatedly going on about how there are no jobs, suddenly loads will appear.  But this is probably tempting fate further I suppose.  Grrr.

I haven’t met a Pauline at the jobcentre yet either.  I keep looking though.

Monday, 5 November 2012

The Joy of Fireworks

This year we finally gave up on bonfire night.  No fireworks for us.  The Child hates them.  Well, she hates the noise.  Past years have seen her screaming and making a huge fuss.  Hats and earmuffs don’t help either.  And so today we are at home.  Listening to all the lovely fireworks outside.  She keeps yelling at them to shut up, while I think we may as well have gone to see some.  And they are very pretty.  She said as much when we saw some on the way home from Sainsbury’s.  For those wondering, we did a late teatime shop so it was dark.

The bangs are easing off a bit now though, so there is less shouting coming from the living room.  At times like this I do wish she wasn’t so sensitive to loud sounds.  It can make some things quite problematic.  Like travelling by train.  She still won’t get too close to trains because of the noise.  So, fireworks, not so joyful it seems.  Not when you’re a noise sensitive six year old anyway.  Joy.