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Over-worked, under-paid and over here

14 Dec

Even though I’m aware of unpaid internships and I appreciate the value they can add to a CV, I am still amazing, even appalled, about the way some companies are taking advantage of the situation faced by so many people.

And it’s not just big businesses that are cashing-in on the current economic climate. Even charities are banking on people’s desperation to get that first step on the employment ladder.

Gone are the days where endless photocopying and tea-making skills were honed in the office (thank goodness!)  and instead unpaid internships offer genuine ‘at the chalk-face’ experience so highly sought after by prospective employers, but at what cost?

A former classmate of mine wrote this article about the effects this very situation is having on the people of Manchester. It made for interesting reading.

My experience

Unpaid internships were brought to my attention about 18 months ago. As seasoned justanotherwannabehack readers will know, a key element of my degree course was an internship.

I naively thought (hoped) that with such experience under my belt I would find it easier than other graduates to get a job.

It didn’t happen. And after numerous voluntary roles, diploma studies and futile job searches, I’m no further down the employment path, just more qualified and a bit poorer. And working in a restaurant. But I’m not alone.  

And it’s this hunger to get into graduate employment that drives so many people to take on grossly unfair internships.

Unemployed: more people desperately seeking work experience, but at what cost?

Typical internship

Take this advert, for  an Income Generation Internship with MyBnk. It is unashamedly a six-month, full-time, unpaid internship.

It’s located in London (naturally) and states that although the internship is unpaid, travel expenses (up to £10 per day) and a lunch allowance (up to £4 per day) is provided.

This equates to a maximum of £14 in payment for a typical eight-hour working day. The national minimum wage stipulates that a worker (over 21) should receive at least £6.08 an hour  but in this instance the lucky recipient of what is being sold as “a fantastic stepping stone into a career in the charitable, education or youth work sector” will be earning the princely sum of £1.75 an hour.

Based on a 40-hour working week amounts to £70. Min wage = £243.20.

During the course of the six-month placement equals £1820 (assuming no holiday or sick leave was taken, which again I’m assuming is unpaid.) Min wage = £6323*

Which if calculated pro rata means that would equal £3640. Min wage  = £12646. (However this would need additional calculations factored in to take into consideration London weighting.)

What an absolute disgrace.

Unless you have a base in London and can afford to live off a dependent other (parents/guardians/partner) you’re buggered.

The list of key skills and responsibilities are as long as any I’ve seen for a ‘real’ job. They are succinctly described as such:

Your responsibilities will touch on all aspects of income generation at MyBnk (fundraising, local authority & government contracts, direct sales and corporate engagement).

I don’t know about you, but to me that sounds pretty much like a job as opposed to a work experience stint.

I think that at the end of the lengthy list of key skills it should read: must have access to a big pot of cash.

Financial concerns aside, I appreciate that an internship will equip someone with a very valuable skillset which may prove to be the deciding factor in getting a job in the future. However as I, along with many other young people in the UK, have found out that’s not necessarily enough.

Indeed the advert eludes to this by adding : Please note we cannot guarantee a job offer at the end of the 6 month programme.

This is not a hate campaign aimed squarely at MyBnk, it is merely an example. There are many other places that are advertising similar schemes which seem to replace paid workers with a near-constant stream of underpaid, over-grateful wannabe-workers.

What next ?

What I worry about it whether the jobs market will expand in the near future and open its doors to trainee-level applicants. Not only that, but whether companies will be willing to put their money where their mouths are and actually stump-up for its high calibre workforce in waiting. I really hope so.

Ready and waiting: the future workforce... and they want paying

For now it’s tea, crumpets (I decided to splash out), more job-hunting and Christmas shopping. Yay!

Here’s to a happy and prosperous 2012.

*Figures based on minimum wage earnings for over 21s. Six months averaged to 26 weeks.

Working 9-5 (what a way to make a living)

26 Sep

Dolly Parton wasn’t too keen on the daily grind of working 9-5, and as someone who doesn’t have a Monday-Friday job, I’m a mere wannabe hack  after all, I miss out on all the things that folks like Dolly have to do.

One definite advantage Ms Parton might comment on is not being stuck in rush-hour traffic. I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn and battle it out whenthe traffic starts jumpin’ on the morning commute.

Fellow commuters are sleep-deprived, cranky at having to be awake at such an ungodly hour and the thought of being squashed together with other people sardine-style.

If you’re lucky enough to sit down this may involve balancing precariously on the edge of a seat while the next person elbows you as they read the Metro. But if you fail to grab the last seat and are left standing (bad times) you may have the delight of becoming intimately acquainted with someone’s armpit. Joy.

Rush hour commute: not quite at Indian levels... yet

Another advantage is you don’t have a nightmare of a boss who never gives you credit for the hard work you do. You don’t clash with work colleagues because, quite simply, you don’t have any.

Flexi-hours come into their own as a wannabe. Lie-in? Go on then. Gourmet-style breakfast instead of a rushed bowl of cornflakes? Of course, you can’t work without eating properly. All day pyjama session? Why the hell not? Sneaky 90-minute lunch break, well, because it’s you….

Sounds like a dream. But in fact like sick days, which you can’t truly appreciate if you really are unwell, being a wannabe instead of an actual player isn’t as good as it sounds.

You may not have to get up really early, but when you do, what do you actually do? Pottering around in your PJs until 11am (or all day, let’s face it we’ve all done it) may feel like a guilty pleasure, but what happens when the novelty wears off? Then it’s time to face up to the fact that you’re a grown woman without a job wearing a novelty, albeit comfortable, elasticated flannel suit. Nice.

Flannel lover: Bridget Jones, champion of pyjama-wearing

As someone who has done the London and Manchester rush-hour commute (often wedged between a Chinese tourist and a greying businessman) I long to get back in the game. When I wasn’t clinging to the edge of a seat or a handrail, I enjoyed people-watching. Whether it was imagining what job they did, coming up with editorial ideas, or having a chat (yes this even happened in London!) more often than not I enjoyed rather than endured the daily commute.

Nightmare boss and annoying colleagues? Bring them on! There’s nothing more demoralising than not speaking to someone in a work capacity for an entire eight hours. You may not like Steph from admin, but at least you can say hello to her, and then talk to Debbie, who you do like…. about Steph.

And if you indulge in huge breakfasts and lengthy lunches everyday, the only change you’ll see is in your waist-band (which you won’t notice straight-away because you’re wearing pyjamas all the time.) It’s a dangerous cycle.

I look forward to the day when the alarm clock screams me awake, I only have time to grab a piece of toast before I head out of the door and I’m in the same boat as a lot of  my friends having a ‘nightmare’ commute. Then I’ll get the chance to spend eight hours with people at work before heading home, kicking my heels off and feeling satisfied at a job well done.

For now it’s job applications, buckets of tea and, of course, pyjamas.