I think i just needed to vent after this experience.
Today, after months of unemployment due to having no confidence to apply for many jobs. I was referred to a place that does a service that gets people back into work. I found myself in a small room with 3 staff and 3 other people in my position. The experience was horrible. I had someone who had been in prison on my right, and someone with a criminal record on my left. I dread to think what for. It was a demeaning, horrific, soul-destroying experience.
Now i don't mean to sound big-head, but someone like me, just left college, a long list of qualifications, NO criminal record, a nice person.. i thought what on earth was i doing here? This is where my confidence has got me. Sitting in a room with dropouts and ex-prisoners.
Anyway, i couldn't bear it, sitting in that room with the staff watching was challenging enough for me. Not to mention how much i was sweating on a boiling hot day. Since then, i've phoned and told them i don't belong there with those sort of people. I explained that it's only my confidence holding me back- if it wasn't for that i probably would have got a job long ago. And that the only way forward was for me to get a permanent job to 'break the ice' and get into a routine that i can handle, as well as gaining confidence in the process.
While on the phone explaining why i wouldn't be coming back, i had to stop myself from breaking into tears. I must have sounded like a right idiot. The silly thing was, i had to make a list of what i was going to say before i called, otherwise i would mess up my words and sound terrible.
Right now.. i hate myself for giving up so early, but sometimes when i don't like something; (like this) from very early on i have my sights set on giving up, even though i know i shouldn't.
I just want to gain some confidence, but whenever i have to do something like this, i get stressed and scared and then i chicken out. And for me, it's an unbreakable cycle. I don't actually know what the point of this thread is; but i guess anybody who can relate, can post if they has anything to say.
There's gonna be an utter s**t-storm when my mum/dad get home and find i've chickened out :: God help me. lol
Today, after months of unemployment due to having no confidence to apply for many jobs. I was referred to a place that does a service that gets people back into work. I found myself in a small room with 3 staff and 3 other people in my position. The experience was horrible. I had someone who had been in prison on my right, and someone with a criminal record on my left. I dread to think what for. It was a demeaning, horrific, soul-destroying experience.
Now i don't mean to sound big-head, but someone like me, just left college, a long list of qualifications, NO criminal record, a nice person.. i thought what on earth was i doing here? This is where my confidence has got me. Sitting in a room with dropouts and ex-prisoners.
Anyway, i couldn't bear it, sitting in that room with the staff watching was challenging enough for me. Not to mention how much i was sweating on a boiling hot day. Since then, i've phoned and told them i don't belong there with those sort of people. I explained that it's only my confidence holding me back- if it wasn't for that i probably would have got a job long ago. And that the only way forward was for me to get a permanent job to 'break the ice' and get into a routine that i can handle, as well as gaining confidence in the process.
While on the phone explaining why i wouldn't be coming back, i had to stop myself from breaking into tears. I must have sounded like a right idiot. The silly thing was, i had to make a list of what i was going to say before i called, otherwise i would mess up my words and sound terrible.
Right now.. i hate myself for giving up so early, but sometimes when i don't like something; (like this) from very early on i have my sights set on giving up, even though i know i shouldn't.
I just want to gain some confidence, but whenever i have to do something like this, i get stressed and scared and then i chicken out. And for me, it's an unbreakable cycle. I don't actually know what the point of this thread is; but i guess anybody who can relate, can post if they has anything to say.
There's gonna be an utter s**t-storm when my mum/dad get home and find i've chickened out :: God help me. lol