here we go again
oh blimey where to begin......
so i wasnt successful with my appeal. they havent changed their minds. they have passed on my details to POVA (protection of vunerable adults) to decide my fate.
if i get put on POVA it means i will never be able to work in any care job ever again. it will permantly be on my records and show up if i ever have a CRB check.
cos y'know im a coke addict and all that *rolls eyes*
the icing on the cake is the letter i received today from the job centre
it seems they may stop my JSA because it's my fault i lost my job
of course
im not one of these heffer type losers who milks the government for money
ive been paying tax all my working life
i go to the poxy job centre every 2 weeks on time and get made to feel like a cunt to get my measly £44 pounds a fucking week
ive been looking for a job
ive had interviews
ive had thankyou but no thankyous
i am mentally worn out from this shit
all ive done today is cry. finally ive cracked.
just because i chose to live my life differently to other people, socialise with different circles i get fucked over for it.
well y'know what? i will never change from being me, never
i got new ink, its actually amazing!
like super duper amazing!!!!
and i had a job interview yesterday
PLEASE LET ME GET THE JOB... ITS MY DREAM JOB... I DONT ASK FOR MUCH IN LIFE... I THINK I DESERVE A FUCKING BREAK!!!!!!!!
im going to go paint now.....
so i wasnt successful with my appeal. they havent changed their minds. they have passed on my details to POVA (protection of vunerable adults) to decide my fate.
if i get put on POVA it means i will never be able to work in any care job ever again. it will permantly be on my records and show up if i ever have a CRB check.
cos y'know im a coke addict and all that *rolls eyes*
the icing on the cake is the letter i received today from the job centre
it seems they may stop my JSA because it's my fault i lost my job
of course
im not one of these heffer type losers who milks the government for money
ive been paying tax all my working life
i go to the poxy job centre every 2 weeks on time and get made to feel like a cunt to get my measly £44 pounds a fucking week
ive been looking for a job
ive had interviews
ive had thankyou but no thankyous
i am mentally worn out from this shit
all ive done today is cry. finally ive cracked.
just because i chose to live my life differently to other people, socialise with different circles i get fucked over for it.
well y'know what? i will never change from being me, never
i got new ink, its actually amazing!
like super duper amazing!!!!
and i had a job interview yesterday
PLEASE LET ME GET THE JOB... ITS MY DREAM JOB... I DONT ASK FOR MUCH IN LIFE... I THINK I DESERVE A FUCKING BREAK!!!!!!!!
im going to go paint now.....