Unemployed IT Story: Winkle Picking CIO Loses Out to Refugees

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We have received an update to our story about the unemployed contractor CIO who was eking out a living by picking winkles on the sea shore.

Update to My Story

I suspect that I am one of those who are not able to get a contract at any level because of the downturn in the economy, and because of the government bringing in extra IT workers.

It seems a shame that the Government is not taking more of a helpful interest in our situation.

As you know from my last article, I was earning some extra cash from picking winkles on the shoreline. It‘s good exercise, as well as being an opportunity to get some fresh air, at the same time as being able to earn some useful cash.

Not a Fortune

The cash isn‘t a fortune. You get around 6 quid for every stone of winkles that you pick. A lot depends on how good the tides are, as well as the amount of effort that you put in.

The previous two weeks I managed to pick about 27 quid‘s worth each week. Last week was a bumper week though and I managed to get more than double that. I got 58 quid for around 9 and a half stone of winkles. It took me 4 days effort of around 1.5 to 2 hours a day.

It was bloody hard work carrying the bags along the shore.

I had a good night out in the local pub after that. My wife doesn‘t mind me having a night out after I earn some extra cash.

Strangers on the Shore

I went out early this week with my bucket. There‘s sometimes a local or two there, but most times there isn‘t.

I was very surprised to see a couple of people that I didn‘t recognise – right in the middle of the best spot. I asked someone afterwards who they were. It turns out that they are asylum seekers form the local hostel.

They‘re not allowed to get paid while their claims are being examined, so the winkling suits them perfectly. I‘d never seen them before doing it though.

It‘s only a couple so far, and I was still able to pick a few winkles, but not in the best spot. The trouble is that there are 18 of them altogether in the local hostel. If they tell the others about it, they‘ll all be down there.

Bang will go my extra cash, and my occasional trip to the local pub.

Muscling in on My Winkles

It would be very wry, indeed, if I‘m not able to work because of the number of Indian, and other, workers that have been given Work Permits, and then my extra means of cash from picking winkles is taken away, too, by asylum seekers who have just come to the country.

Life is a bit grim as it is.

When will this awful downturn end?

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