Bad News, Loser (Wednesday)

On my last day of freedom I went for a walk, had a large breakfast, met a friend at the pub and bought a round for some of the locals I occasionally drink with, and got some shopping in too. Thought it would be nice to celebrate the fact that I start a new job tomorrow and that this was my last free day before it, as it has been a rather long desolate slog in recent weeks to survive on my dole money and own company. Got home and phoned the girl at Reed, who had sorted out my placement, to gain a few details. She told me that I now wasn't starting a job tomorrow. Nice.

Apparently they were still waiting to get my 'datapack', whatever that is, audited, and couldn't do anything about it. 'Hopefully', she said, I'll hear from them next week, but it was, she said, out of their hands. Just like it was seemingly 'out of their hands' to bother to pick the phone up at some point since last Friday to tell me of this difficulty. It certainly also seems a little unfair that I was one of the first to apply for this job and, if they eventually get around to processing my information, I will likely be the last to start. I have phoned and emailed them constantly to remind them of my application and asking for a start date, which they eventually gave me as this Thursday. I seriously got the impression they weren't actually going to phone me today to inform me otherwise either. So it was lucky I phoned them up before cancelling my jobseeker's allowance, which would have left me doubly fucked. 

I literally cannot put to words, and even for a mundane temporary job, just how dejected and pissed-off I am feeling this evening. Have been looking so forward these last few days to starting work again, perhaps providing a ladder to climb out of this barren and worthless existence I am dwelling in at the moment, and suddenly something else has got in the way.

'Hopefully' I will start work next week, but that is hardly a guarantee. No 'Reasons To Be Cheerful' tonight I'm afraid readers.