And you may have guessed by the title, rant time.
I am sick of DWP. First they cut me off for 5 weeks WITHOUT informing that that was going to be the case. Then well then this week they received my new sick note on Tuesday, this is fine, what is not fine is that the had both the new and old notes and still didn't put my benefit through, so they sent it out on Wednesday in the post. And then told me today that was the case and that there had been issues of people not getting their giros this week. And I can't report it missing till Tuesday, For fuck sake!
I had planned to sort out name change this week (so that it was all in place for Monday) and that included sorting out the repeated use of MR by DWP, I have politely asked them twice, in writing, to not use any titles when referring to myself as MR is not the correct title I use. Twice they have ignored me, and then wonder why with the repeated MR, Sir and other bollocks they keep saying I get agitated with them on the phone. Some days I just want to scream it at them. That they are using the wrong pronouns (In fact I have done so, they went I am sorry to here that... Sir!), the level of customer care with DWP is disgusting to say the least.
Still have no Idea what I am actually going to tell mum, about title and in a sense gender change. I guess I will change it on paper and then say "By the way I have changed my title to Mx..." and just see how she actually reacts to it. I am going to see if I can find the money (or start saving a bit up over the next 6 weeks) so that I can at last be rid of the horrid facial hair! Goal number 3 on my list of Trans targets.
I may do a Vlog later on today. Will shave and have Tea first mind. But it has been a long time since I last did one so doing one soon feels right. And I have to find a way to keep Giles out of my room and off the Xbox, I don't feel like I can relax and paint or stuff with other people in my bedroom, it is after all my sanctuary and my safe place, I don't particularly want other people in there. More so all day.
I hope that when we do move, I will actually get some time alone, yet is it just me that it happens to, when I am not in the eye sight of my family, I get asked to do everything and when I am (most likely on my laptop) I get called rude because I am not talking to others? It confuses the fuck out of me. I like to do my own thing, or talk to people who actually like to talk to me. I have gone days with saying little more than hello and good night. I do so because no one wants to know what is going on in my life in the family. Yet if I don't want to know what is going on with anyone I get called rude and unpleasant? That just seems a little fucked up if I am honest.
Fortune favours the bold, the bold favour chance and chance doesn't give a flying fuck, it is pure probability.
Food for thought maybe...
