Dreadful Nonsense

My parents, the ever meddling fools that they are, have been meddling in my life once more. One of the main things they seem increasingly concerned about is my credit card bill. I inadvertently left my latest statement downstairs one day when I was busy upstairs doing things on the internet, most likely things that involved using my credit card to rack up further debt. I'm not concerned about it. I don't think about it. At all. It helps to stop the screaming late at night.

My parents, though, seem to think that ignoring all problems and hoping they'll go away isn't sufficient when it comes to owing money to people who hire other people to come knocking on the door to take away your possessions. Since the only possessions I have are second hand books and videos, which aren't worth much money at all, but are absolutely priceless in my eyes, it would most likely be things that belong to my parents that will eventually be hawked away by the evil balding men in trenchcoats. Again, this doesn't concern me, but they've come up with a new plan. They've got me a job.

Now, before you all start ringing the social to tell on me, it's okay, I've done it myself. Y'see, my parents have seen fit to get me a proper job where people will want me to be paying tax and that, and that'll tip off the social quicker than any of you lot. So I rang them today to see what can be done, and what I am and am not allowed to do. The gentleman caller from a few weeks back said that I was allowed to work up to 15 hours a week if my doctor wrote a letter to say that this would be allowable. The lady I spoke to today said that was utter rot.

What happens is, I would feasibly be allowed to work up to 20 hours a week, if I get what they call an "exemption". To get this exemption I must do the following:

1. Get three forms from them.
2. Fill out one form myself
3. Get my doctor to fill out the second.
4. Get my potential employer to fill out the third.
5. Send them back in.
6. Go for a medical exam.
7. Wait for the results of the medical exam.
8. Get the verdict in 4 - 6 weeks.
9. If I pass the medical exam, I might get the benefit taken off me altogether.
10. If I fail the medical exam, I might not be allowed to work at all.

There's no way in the world the people who are offering me the PART TIME job will be able to wait for 4 to 6 weeks for doctors to tell me that I am or am not capable of doing something for up to 20 hours a week that I know that I would be able to do. The job is only available because they're behind in work and need an overflow typist. In 4 to 6 weeks, there won't be any work for me to do. But then if I find another job I'll have to do all this form filling malarky ALL OVER AGAIN and potentially have to face another medical exam.

This is utterly ridiculous. It's like they don't want me to work almost as much as I don't want to work.

This entry was posted on 27 October 2004 at 3:40 pm. 0 comments

Dreadful Nonsense

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