Last couple of days best summed up as complete shit. Non stop nonsense and personal anxiety, stress and strain.
Today, well if you remember from a few weeks back, I had an appointment sent to me for a face to face assessment with our friends from the Department for Work and Pensions (DWP), for a current benefit I receive called PIP (Personal Independence Payment). For some inexplicable reason best known to themselves, after I sent a stack of evidence and a form back to them, they requested I turn up at 3.15 this afternoon for this assessment.
So after having gone through a shed load of anxiety and fear, I decided to go to this assessment with a couple of colleagues from the Peer Support group, who have been through this degrading process themselves. All was well, the journey went as planned, the two colleagues were relaxing me with plenty of conversation.
Got to the area where the assessment was taking place. Got there early, so we went for a coffee. While getting this coffee, I noticed that I had a voicemail. With the first thoughts entering my head about a last minute cancellation, I rang the number back.
My hunch was correct. They cancelled. One and three quarter hours before my appointment, they cancelled, citing staff shortages. More like overbooking and incompetence. I accepted the cancellation with as much grace and calm as I could muster and have requested a rearranged appointment for a fortnight’s time.
So all that strain, all that stress, fear and anxiety has been merely postponed, not disappeared for ever. Apparently the DWP do this on a regular basis. I’m not a happy chappie. I must thank my two colleagues though, who were a tower of strength all the way through and were understanding of the predicament. But need I be surprised after yesterday? Not really. I’ve put up with incompetence and shambolic organisation on many occasions, this is just another one to add to the list.
So I have to wait two weeks to go through all this crap again. Can’t wait.