This is annoying I can’t access my blog from the local library because it’s behind an ‘unsuitable content’ wall. So because of a few choice words the overzealous pedants at the library have neutered their service completely even though I can get a book of the shelf that has explicit sex scenes or equally choice language. Work that out?
I have just signed on, successfully thank fuck. I have been fretting about this ever since last time when I stupidly said I’d heard nothing from the Work Programme since April. This time I lied and said I’d left a message. Unfortunately the adviser took a note of this which may have repercussions, the least of which being that the useless god botherers may well get back in touch. I’m more worried that as there’s no trace of me leaving a message I will get into trouble. Oh well, fuck it. The whole system is weighted against us there’s only so long before the friction catches up with me. No one’s interested in the fact the Salvation Army are inept and deliberately unhelpful. They will just focus on me not contacting them and thus me being seen as refusing help. There’s nothing I can do about it and I’m certainly not wasting my time chasing up an organisation who, by their own admission, is no help.
I also had to sign for receipt of a document. This is similar to the sanction letter we all received a couple of months back detailing, in the wake of the Cait Reilly case, the rules for sanctions. Since the regime changes in a couple of weeks this letter contains the updated facts (i.e. the harsher regime). I’m still not convinced I should have signed for this, but I guess I had no choice. Hopefully it won’t come back to bite me on the arse. The letter is genuine, but who can take anything the DWP/Government says as fact these days. On one hand I’m relieved to have gotten today’s signing over without undue hassle, but on the other I feel no less stressed than when I got up – you just can’t drop your guard with these people for a second, no matter what they say or how they seem. As another day goes by I find nothing surprises me anymore about this system: we receive our handout, Oliver Twist style, and then made to feel guilty if we spend it and frightened if we spend too much.