well, this week really did go to shit……….. first off 8:51am Tuesday (job centre day), I decided to try get like an extra hours sleep on the couch before having breakfast. Next thing I knew, it was 3:36pm and I was 36mins late for my appointment to sign at the job centre to get my money. I tried my best to try quickly get ready to catch the 3:45pm Bus into town….. only to see it come whizzing past when I was like a couple of feet from exiting the front door of my Dad’s shop.
So then I decided to take the shortcut via the Ruswarp-Whitby footpath (thankfully NOT covered in sheep shit for once), then the diversion onto the old Railway line that was closed in the 1960’s and now forms part of a cycle path between Whitby to Robin Hood’s Bay and onto Ravenscar + Scarborough.
Anyway, I finally reached the job centre @ 4:24pm, only to see the damn place had shut at 4pm.
So, having walked all the bloody way there having not had any breakfast or lunch, I then walked home again……… when got back had my Dad bugging the hell out of me asking stuff like what they said at the job centre (At this stage I was in no mood to talk, even less so than usual)………. and additional questions like if I got “chunterred at” (aka nagged at), or if I was getting sent somewhere (fat fucking chance considering I didn’t even fucking make it there).
So, Wednesday morning I headed to the job centre, getting there just after 11am……… and when someone was free to see me I had to fill in this stupid form for them to fax to some “benefits decision maker” 50miles away in York to explain how it happened, and was told to come back again at 1:30pm when they’d got back from Lunch.
Much wandering about + a tray of chips for lunch later, I returned to the job centre (and according to my watch they were 2minutes late unlocking the door). The “decision maker”, from the impression I got from the decision must almost certainly have been a vegetarian militant left-wing cyclist type who has their head shoved so far up their ass, and are so “holier than thou” in their mindset that they can’t just plain fucking accept people just have days like that sometimes (like I can help if I’ve got fuck-all energy while recovering from a recent cold!?)……….. and my benefit was stopped as from Monday, and I was given all the fucking forms to fill in to claim benefit again to bring back for an appointment Thursday morning.
Well, I headed out to the Job centre Thursday morning @ 10:10am (so kinda pushed for time), having being slightly held up by my Dad hijacking me into taking some money to the bank for him (when I was originally planning on getting the job centre crap out the way, and heading back down for the bank in the afternoon. I still made it to the job centre on time, BUT along the way had my upper back suddenly twinge on me, and start to hurt like fuck (and it still does now) as I was crossing the road at the bottom of Chubb Hill.
Anyway, the job centre appointment wasn’t that long….. and afterwards I went for a wander over to the East side of the Town to grab a few pictures….. then headed off home, getting here just before 1pm.
And thus comes, later in the afternoon, some more really shit (literally) luck…. and I must warn you it was REALLY gross.
As y’all probably know by now, Thursday is the day I go to the Bookers Cash & Carry with my Dad to help him get supplies for his shop. As usual My Dad closes the shop early @ 5pm, and I usually have to wait until 5:20pm for him to come out the flamin’ bathroom & go up the driveway to get the car before I can start getting ready. Unfortunately, this time I needed a crap……. which seemed to go glitch free right up until the point where I’d washed my hands afterwards and got back here near my computer to put my boots on.
As usual I bent down best I could to put my boots on, and pulled up my left trouser leg so I could see my damn boot laces so I could tie them.
Unbeknown to me, it would appear that while I was wiping my butt, a piece of shit fell down my trouser leg. I didn’t find this out until I stuck my fucking left elbow in it to support myself while tying my boot laces, and looked down to investigate why my elbow suddenly felt moist. (I warned you it was gross)……… so then I had to head back to the fucking bathroom to get cleaned up, which took until like 5:44pm (some 10minutes after I’m usually ready). I’d just about got everything sorted, when my Dad came back up here in one of his stupid fucking moods shouting at me to get a move on and asking what I was playing at……… which mean’t I then had to rush to finish getting ready, and not having everything I needed………. in particular my supply of mints that I normally have to bring with me on these trips to keep my conscious, as my Dad is one of those people who keeps the heater control in the car cranked right the way up as high as it’ll go during Autumn / Winter / Early spring and never anywhere inbetween there and the cold setting……… I survived the journey there (via my Grandma’s to pick up some money), apart from the old git sparking my back off again everytime he changed gear or stopped at traffic lights (and him keeping on grumbling about how we’re never gonna get there, blah blah blah)………. but I kept dropping off most the way back……. and i just would have had to cart the heaviest of the our 2 trolleys while there (the one loaded with cases of beer + wine, etc) and lift the heavy stuff =(
~ JD
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