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Jan. 12th, 2009 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
FUCKING USELESS SON OF A BITCH COCK BUCKETS.
I am very close to just stabbing myself in the eye.
You know that Pathways to Work interview I have that I was so optimistic about? The jobcentre, the people who have been receiving my medical certificates for the past three months, called last week to confirm the interview, and it had to be rearranged because it wasn't in a cripple accessible room, and they were going to get back to me early this week with the nearest buses and how far the nearest bus stop is.
They just called, saying effectively do it your-fucking-self, he doesn't know where the nearest bus stop is but it's only a couple of hundred metres, no they won't pay for a taxi.
So yeah, that has drowned any optimism I had for this interview or indeed my fucking life.
What is the fucking point? I am so fucking fed up of living.
EDIT: I called them up because on my letter it says they can offer help with travel costs. They say that only applies to bus fares. Totally unsympathetic about how fucking difficult it's going to be to get from the bus stop to the jobcentre. I told them I found this whole thing shocking. An advisor will apparently call me back later.
Seems like this is the situation: I will take a taxi. It won't get paid for.
I can take a taxi. It'll probably be a bit less than a 15quid round trip, which is expensive but on a one-off is affordable, but only because I have a hefty overdraft. The shocking thing is that this interview's entire *purpose* is to give people with health issues help to get back to work, and there is no help available for people with mobility problems. For someone with no overdraft, you cannot be expected to take taxis everywhere, the bus stop is actually pretty far from the jobcentre and also if memory serves up a small slope, and the interview is compulsory. These things do not match up. There is no help, so I am now expecting an interview which goes something like "we're not going to give you any more money, so you have to take a job, and bugger if you're actually able to do it, go die in a gutter, scum." Until you're permanently disabled, you're fucked. On the bright side, if I continue to be fucked like this maybe I will be! At what point does a treatable disorder become permanent because nobody is fucking treating it.
I am very close to just stabbing myself in the eye.
You know that Pathways to Work interview I have that I was so optimistic about? The jobcentre, the people who have been receiving my medical certificates for the past three months, called last week to confirm the interview, and it had to be rearranged because it wasn't in a cripple accessible room, and they were going to get back to me early this week with the nearest buses and how far the nearest bus stop is.
They just called, saying effectively do it your-fucking-self, he doesn't know where the nearest bus stop is but it's only a couple of hundred metres, no they won't pay for a taxi.
So yeah, that has drowned any optimism I had for this interview or indeed my fucking life.
What is the fucking point? I am so fucking fed up of living.
EDIT: I called them up because on my letter it says they can offer help with travel costs. They say that only applies to bus fares. Totally unsympathetic about how fucking difficult it's going to be to get from the bus stop to the jobcentre. I told them I found this whole thing shocking. An advisor will apparently call me back later.
Seems like this is the situation: I will take a taxi. It won't get paid for.
I can take a taxi. It'll probably be a bit less than a 15quid round trip, which is expensive but on a one-off is affordable, but only because I have a hefty overdraft. The shocking thing is that this interview's entire *purpose* is to give people with health issues help to get back to work, and there is no help available for people with mobility problems. For someone with no overdraft, you cannot be expected to take taxis everywhere, the bus stop is actually pretty far from the jobcentre and also if memory serves up a small slope, and the interview is compulsory. These things do not match up. There is no help, so I am now expecting an interview which goes something like "we're not going to give you any more money, so you have to take a job, and bugger if you're actually able to do it, go die in a gutter, scum." Until you're permanently disabled, you're fucked. On the bright side, if I continue to be fucked like this maybe I will be! At what point does a treatable disorder become permanent because nobody is fucking treating it.
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:33 pm (UTC)Route map
Having said that, Bread Street is one way so it may not stop in the direction you're travelling.
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-12 12:39 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for looking for me. I really appreciate it.
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-12 12:40 pm (UTC)I think the 2 takes you very close, but if it's the one I think it is, it's on the pedestrianised (cobbled) road off of Tollcross. There is a road that goes down the back I think. I will check. Also- a couple of steps up to the entrance.
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:50 pm (UTC)Map of the 2 route here with all the bus stops: http://www.mybustracker.co.uk/map.html?serviceMnemo=2
In this photo you can see how far it is. The pink windows are Burke and Hare's strip club, if that helps you place it.
http://athensofthenorth.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/don-to-toll-cross.jpg
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