Me, Unemployed Life and Going to the Greendale Jobs Club

On the last day of the Greendale Jobs Club in Dublin 13, Trina asked me to write feedback for their blog. I was delighted to help them and give them the positive review they deserve for the help they gave me and to fourteen other people. Please see

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On the last day of the Greendale Jobs Club in Dublin 13, Trina asked me to write feedback for their blog. I was delighted to help them and give them the positive review they deserve for the help they gave me and to fourteen other people. Please see an excerpt of it below. 

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A few weeks ago, I received a letter from the Social Welfare Office who volunteered my services to the Greendale Jobs Club for two weeks.  It contained a thinly veiled threat that Jobseekers Allowance may be withdrawn had I not turned up.  I was not exactly amused with this letter, nor would you be.  However reticent I was, I told myself if I had to go, I had to go.  Living on social welfare is not a happy place to be.

You do ask yourself what can you be doing for two bloody weeks that you’re not already doing.  Was the Greendale Jobs Club really going to stretch the monotonous task of job-searching for two weeks?  From 9:30am to 4:00pm for two weeks would probably make you want to run headfirst into a wall from 9:30am to 4:00pm for those two weeks.  I mean you tailor cover letters and curricula-vitae and send them left, right and centre in hope one of them might stick and you get a job offer.  Mostly, you’d be lucky if you get a response.  If you’re lucky.

The lack of closure in a way is more tortuous than a rejection letter as you live in false hope that you may be needed.  It’s not Hell.  It’s worse than that.  It’s Purgatory.  Hell is at least a definitive place whereas Purgatory leaves you at crossroads where all signposts are marked ‘Nowhere.’  It is a place so empty and dark.  It’s both claustrophobic and intimidating.  I therefore told myself that the Greendale Jobs Club is a lot better than sitting at home where there’s a temptation to either do nothing or procrastinate.  I had to give it a chance.  It was not in my interests, nor the other unemployed individuals, not to give it a chance.

It can be read in its entirety here.