flappergirl
When I was made redundant in 1990 after the financial crash, I attended the job centre. I was pretty horrified at the standard of staff to be honest and they were no more help than the job adverts in the local paper. The only help they offered was with my CV. I had of course already prepared a very professional CV but they insisted I attend an afternoon course on "how to write a CV". I sat in a classroom with semi literate people and, quite frankly, a tutor who wasn't much better. Ridiculous waste of my time and theirs.
I went through similar. I was, when "between" jobs, sent on a so-called training course. Plonked in front of a re-furbished ancient computer, me and around 30 others in a cramped conference room going over and over and over the same tired recruitment agency sites. For 7 hours a day, Mon to Friday, going insane with boredom. Most of the fellow "trainees" were a selection of semi-articulate deadbeats, stinking of cannabis (where they get the money from?)
Our "mentor" rubbished my carefully prepared CV and made me re-write 'her' way. I could have cried - I ended up with something that read like an infantile village idiot had thrown it together.
This, ahem, training course, was run by G4S - who also had the contract for running various parts of the prisons system and specialised in often letting the wrong prisoners out, accidentally.