Well what do we have here? It’s Foreveranitchynose at the Job Centre part 2!
I told you it was going to be a good ‘un and it most certainly was for everyone receiving benefits except me!
We left our last instalment with me receiving a text message from the Department for Work and Pensions asking me to attend an interview at my local Job Centre that Friday. I thought to myself, ‘Fantastic! I’ve been accepted to receive benefits. This is the last stage of the journey. I’ll go to the interview on Friday and all will be well.’
HA! It never runs smoothly for me. Ever.
So fast forward to Friday and Bae and I head off to the Job Centre which is a 10 minute drive from our flat. We park outside, I saunter in and Davit heads back to the flat to get some work done. Seems about right, right?
The minute I enter the door, two burly smiling G4S Security guards approach me, completely silent! And just kind of, stand in front of me, staring and smiling in silence for a few seconds.
Not knowing what to do, I do what any normal person would do. I stammer and stutter until a lovely little lady with blond hair nips over to me and laughs about how I was hounded by security. Not to worry ahaha! There are G4S chaps everywhere and I can understand why, there may be a few weirdies floating around that like to kick up a fuss.
The lovely little lady hands me a form to fill out, tells me who my Benefits Advisor will be and says it should only be about a five minute wait. Splendid! I shall sit here, fill out the basic form and await Michelle’s gracious Benefits dishing-out powers.
As I finish filling out my forms, I have a shifty glance around me. No junkies, nothing sinister. There are only a very small few who are not native to Scotland in the Job Centre so we can put an end to that stereotype. I’ve been waiting around 20 minutes now. Growing a little more worried by the minute. Continue reading