Here's my "fresh off the boat" story. Keep in mind that 1.I was young,dumb and fairly ignorant and naive to the rules and 2.I didn't actually need to work(because of OH and because I came with savings), but I wanted to.
So first we have the debacle with the bank account. Had to set up a second appointment, there was once again some ahhhing and uhhming but ok to go ahead. I've been told "You've done well for yourself " you hen I said I'm living with OH god ho owned his house, an absolutely hilarious "joke" about mail order brides and just general sneering .
Then on to my first NI appt, rejected as I do not require one. Fair enough as I wasn't working yet.
Landed a job at a pub, appt number two with a letter stating my hours ,pay etc. Rejected you do not require a NI number at this time. Pub owner lovely, but he said we can't go further without one. Fair enough.
Then we had this little catch 22 situation, the jobs that would take me without a NI paid too little for me to qualify for one and I couldn't get a "proper" job without one.
This was the situation when I was introduced to an agency that promised jobs without an NI to get started and would also put you on their books, as long as you held a job for 6 months and apply on your behalf. Great thinks little dumbass me. It was basically slave labour. 12 hour shifts, one break, £50 pounds a day if lucky, lots of unpaid trial/training days that coincided for example with big events in restaurants, keep your head down, don't make a fuss , you didn't last 6 months start all over again. Promises of better hours, contracts, a better position and ofc the NI pipe dream. I did loads of various shitty jobs all proud of myself I'm working and making it happen. What an idiot.
I was treated like shit, shouted at, sworn at, called "cheap help" rtc.
I was sexually assaulted and then fired by one of my bosses when I kicked off about it. I was on month 4.
After that I was in a bad place for a while, didn't work, my self esteem was in pieces, stopped going outside unless I really had to, hated people.
Picked back up and started cleaning cash in hand. I loved it, because shitty toilets were so much better than people. A lot of my clients were baffled why I was "just a cleaner" with a Uni education, well spoken etc. I'd just smile and say it suits me better.
In 2014 I finally got my NI number, started volunteering in various places, working around my daughter to try and build myself back up and get used to being around people.
One year later, the day DD started reception full time I also started working full time and have been there ever since , with excellent performance reviews every year.
I'd like to say everything was sunshine and rainbows since then , but I still get comments,jokes ,distrust and sometimes even abuse.
I wasn't poor back home.I lived in the city. I went to uni. My mum was a midwife and my dad was in the Navy. I rented a flat with mates and had a job.