So today has been the day when t’other half has had to start filling out forms for the job centre to see if we qualify for any assistance – even though she has interviews lined up this week.
The great fantasy of course is that she’ll be able to secure a new job before the paperwork needs to progress. If nothing else the paperwork is so intrusive that its as disruptive and unsettling for me as it is for her.
Don’t get me wrong, I know its all part of reducing the possibility of fraud; it is just galling that it feels as if the assumption is that we’re trying it on. For me, it shakes up all sorts of unpleasant echoes of not being believed about things, so I obviously still need to let go so that I can focus on supporting others. Grrr, and indeed arghhh.
In more positive news I’ve finally got some regular part time work, but I’ve had to put the paid writing
on hiatus while I get a regular shift pattern sorted out. At least I’ve been getting more work done on the novel…