I am as stubborn as they come. If someone wants me to do something I will go out of my way to do the opposite. I hate being told what to do and never ask for help as I assure myself that I will work it out by myself in the end. Yet I find that the one time I do need a little help it’s impossible to get it.
I have had the ‘joy’ of coming off Jobseekers and going onto income support as I am 29 weeks pregnant and they class me as unable to work. Not something I am particularly pleased about but I have put aside my stubbornness to do all I can to provide the best for our unborn child. So today I had an interview at the jobcentre about income support, not sure why they call it an interview as it’s anything but. Frist I was sent to the wrong floor and spent 10 minutes trying to find out where the hell I was meant to be and when I finally find the right place they rolled their eyes at the time and made me wait like a naughty child outside the headmaster’s office. They then shoved my claims form in my face and told me to re-read it and double-check everything. Not a fun experience but something that has to be done. I just don’t understand why the people who work there always give you so much attitude. They are there to ‘help’ you and give a little support. I know they are used to seeing people who just want to use the system but we aren’t all like that, even when they are being rude to me I’m still polite. I couldn’t wait to get out of there; they made me feel like a criminal.
Now I play the waiting game and see if anything actually happens. Oh I could really do with some pie after the day I have had today. A big apple pie with custard, all for me!!!
That said, I’m still waiting for the rest of that pie my husband ordered for me in Devon…..
Bunny’s Pause 