Utter Stupidity

Just before the "Work Programme" or whatever it is (was) called forced the senior people at the Job Centre to farm me out to various external providers for "expert help" in getting back into the work-place, I was told to apply for a position as "Executive Officer, Department of Work and Pensions" which was being advertised.

In order to keep officialdom happy, I applied. Then I was sent along to some Assessment Centre to sit a Literacy Test and a Numeracy Test, designed to ensure that the candidates for this role - or roles, I was told there were several - could read, write, and do basic arithmetic. I had to take along my passport and a couple of passport-type photographs, and found myself sat in hired offices along with 30 or so other applicants, and about a dozen "consultants" from Manpower. The tests were about the standard of the old 11-plus. I asked if I could use my own calculator, but this was not allowed as it might be conferring an advantage. We all had to use the pencils, paper, and calculators provided. Probably a good supply contract to have!

After the tests we sat there while they were marked, and those who had not reached the requisite standard were asked to leave. Only 6 of us were left. I was a bit shocked, and asked what the "pass marks" were. They were about the 40% mark. They told me I had managed 100% in both and would not need to resit them if I applied for any other Civil Service posts in the future as they would remain "on the record". One of the Manpower consultants condescendingly told me I would not have done any better with my own calculator, and I pointed out that I would have been a bit quicker.

Then a few weeks later I was asked to return to these rented offices for a "Competency Based Interview" with two senior consultants, where I was asked to illustrate from my own experience how I would cope with the basic and the obvious. Having overcome this hurdle, I was told that I would be hearing from the DWP in due course once they had run a CRB check to see if I had been caught doing inappropriate things with goats.

Eventually a letter arrived from the DWP recruiting centre in some North East Vote-Buyer Town, informing me that congratulations were in order, and that if a vacancy should occur within the next six months they would be in touch. After that time I was to consider myself at liberty to re-apply if I saw any vacancies advertised.

I still wonder at the money this whole pointless exercise must have cost.

The Has-bean Counter.

The Accounting Package Nonsense

One of the irritating things about the screening process that the agencies are adopting on behalf of their clients is the "Accounting Package" issue.

"Do you have extensive up-to-date experience of Shitecraft 500?"

 "Well, I've been unemployed for quite a while so it rather depends on what you call "up-to-date". And, I have yet to enjoy the experience of encountering Shitecraft 500, although I have considerable experience of a lot of accounting systems including the market leader, SAP, and I'm sure I could be up to speed very quickly."

It's nearly as good as the Viz top tip for prospective employers, of throwing at least 50% of the Job Applications straight in the bin as you don't want to take the risk of hiring someone who is unlucky.

The fact is, all current accounting packages have a "Windows" front-end, accept balanced journal entries which can then be endlessly corrected, and dump the data in to a spreadsheet, mostly Excel, for manipulation and analysis, with reports and management accounts based on that and very very rarely anything direct from the package. The old skills of using the report writer facility of an accounting package are as yesterday and as clunky as the 8-track audio cassette.

Still it saves the agencies having to do anything much for their fees.

The Has-bean Counter

Somewhere To Bitch

I have just turned 56, and I have had no paid work since September 2008. Things are less than wonderful and I am increasing hacked-off about being permanently skint.

I have a degree. I qualified as a Chartered Accountant with one of the Big Firms at their London offices, all first time exam passes, in 1983.

I've been through recessions before, but this one is different in that I'm the wrong side of some invisible age-related force-field which seemingly makes me unemployable. Of course, this is impossible, it's against the law to discriminate against prospective employees based on their age. Right!

But you don't have to put your date of birth on a CV or a Job Application Form....maybe not, but oddly enough you do get asked for your employment history, complete with dates, and even your education and qualifications, complete with dates, and that kind of gives the clue as to what sort of age you might be.

Anyway, in between the pointless dancing around the Alice-in-Wonderland "support system" and sending e-mails to agencies which rarely get the courtesy of any response these days, I find I have a few minutes here and there to spare, so I have decided to vent my spleen with a blog.

It'll probably be sporadic. Mostly I suspect it'll be wearing less-than-rose-tinted spectacles. But it will make a change from complaining to the poor front-line staff at the DWP.

The Has-bean Counter