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Just keep on trying till you run out of cake

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I take back (a small portion of) yesterday's entry.

Turns out that I have finally managed to convince the DWP to give me some benefits (after months of dealing with bureaucracy and years of "I just can't face dealing with the bureaucracy") and that yesterday's letter telling me I couldn't have any was due to letters crossing in the post. Hoorj.

I can't be bothered with the rat about how the hoops and barriers in the benefits system that are put in place to discourage false claims actually don't, since the scroungers know their way around the system like the back of their hands, whereas people who legitimately need benefit are often put off by them. So let's just assume I've put that rant here and move on.

But anyway! The Government has now decided that I'm sufficiently broken that I deserve money from them, and today they plopped £328.43 of back pay into my bank account. Which is better than a poke in the eye with a blunt haddock.

Now I have to go and decide what I want to splurge on.

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I'm gearing up for my next fight with the government about benefits so I'm going to hold onto your good fortune with both fists as encouragement to jump through those damned hoops. I'm actually on the verge of hiring someone to jump them for me so I don't have to dislocate both hips jumping too hard myself.

I ended up having my mum deal with all the hoops for me, since I just couldn't deal with them, damnit. The woman's a saint. Not only has she done all my benefits for me, but since my great uncle died a few years ago, she's also done all the benefits for her aunt. Poor woman, assaulted with the necessity of dealing with government bureaucracy from both the previous and the next generation.

Your own weighted companion cube.

(Glad they figured part of it out. Dumb bureaucracy.)

I would be lying if I claimed I wasn't extremely tempted by one of them.

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