I am tired: tired … and damn emotional.
Recently, I started a government-mandated Work Placement Programme: one that, unfortunately, didn’t work out for me.
The shop I was placed too, found my references to be ‘unsatisfactory’: and refused to accept any alternatives.
I was and am, understandably, very angry.
I got even angrier, Saturday, just gone. I got a letter telling me that I would be having my benefits cancelled for three months: as a result of a failure to attend.
Despite having told them what happened.
I’m incredibly angry.
Through no fault of my own, I’m being sanctioned for events that were beyond my ability to control. Face going into rent arrears, having both electricity and gas cut off, face falling into arrears with other payments and fines, face all that … through, I believe, no fault of my own.
Having to be up at five, this morning, to post this, and to prepare for attending a mandatory course, AND put in an appeal against the Department of Work and Pensions decision is only adding to my hair-trigger state of mind.
‘Tired and emotional’ is the least if it, I think.
If nothing else?
Let’s get a move on, while I’m still functioning: and before I say something tactless.