What a day! I knew when I made that application over the phone the other day for benefits that it sounded too good to be true - well guess what? I should have trusted my instincts! I spent nearly 45 minutes on the phone detailing my life story to be assured that all I would need to do was turn up for my appointment today, read through the information Id give and providing all the information was correct - sign the paperwork! I should be so lucky! I arrived, was sat in some multi coloured thing that resembled a sofa but was far from comfy and told to wait. I waited, and waited and then waited some more. Eventually I was called over to be told that the compuuter had crashed and so they would have to do my application manually. The confusion on the young girls face was apparent as she looked at a lengthy form (which she had finally found after another lengthy wait for me!) - 'Ive never done one of these before' she remarked whilst chewing her gum! I felt like I should be on the other side of the desk but hey ho - off we went, through my whole life story again! Next I was told to wait downstairs when I would meet with my lone parent advisor with whom I apparently need to meet with once every 6 months as the terms of my Income Support application. Well that was another hour wasted - she asked why I had stopped work, so I told her, only to be met with a blank face and no advice! Advisor=Advice, well so I believed anyway but obviously not in this case! Still hopefully the worst is over and it will no doubt be added to the bottom of a pile of paperwork and forgotten because its not on the computer. The thought terrifies me so much I think I am going to ring every other day to check something is being done with a paper application in a non-paper system! Fingers crossed.
On top of this 'interview' (I use the term lightly!) I have spent the remainder of the day looking after my cat who was attacked by a fox last night. I took him to the vets who has said that he will be fine physically but he looks a sorry sight. I have been bathing his wounds as advised and giving him lots of TLC, not a lot else I can do really but he just looks so pitiful and he is obviously still sore and not quite himself. I have decided that I am now going to keep him indoors permanatly, he has to stay in until he is better anyway because of the risk of infection, it may sound cruel but hey what hes going through right now isnt particularly nice either!
RIght todays moan is over, if you've managed to stay with me to here well done! I wish I could say there was a prize but hey lifes tough!
