Being considered for Condition Management Programme

Condition Management Programme – Northern Ireland

 

I had to turn down THREE offers for an interview to prepare for this scheme, for twelve weeks, as my employment advisor said that I am not currently work-ready. However, I have other plans for my life. After heading across various places on Meetups and other trips, I guess I have to slow down. Not just for my health but also as I can no longer sustain my current lifestyle.

My only concern is the issue surrounding my benefits. I am only entitled to PIP – as it isn’t means tested – and this scheme used to be subject to means-tested benefits. God willing, they will have removed that precondition.

Also, I have plans for getting a cake for my brother’s thirtieth birthday. Watch this space.

Tunes:

 

 

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When you’re middle class (poem)

When you’re middle class no one will fight for ya!

The wealthy enslave you

while the Pikeys talk shite to ya!

 

You feel emasculated

just like a bullock

just because you idolised Bono

instead of Ian McCulloch!

 

You find salvation in Arts Festivals

which make you feel important

with a sixty-something Post-Punk veteran

who grew up in Gorton!

 

He swears the blue streak away

like he’s from the Land of the free!

That’s what happens when you have a Jewish MP!

 

The middle class drown sorrows with Carling

instead of wife-beating Stella

because our jobs are under threat because of the Rockerfellers!

 

Too well off for ESA

but can’t afford trade missions to China!

Overqualified and underappreciated

and the mountains are for Gold miners!

 

The family silver and gold is now owned by Canada

while we can no longer have a Tim Horton’s!

Yours sincerely Tony, Teresa, David and Gordon!

 

Apple store customer from Dublin sings ‘Only our rivers run free!’

Yet I’d rather it be him than me!

Corruption in our country is just as bad as yours!

The middle class shifted behind closed doors!

Near miss when driving – plus caffeine issues

This morning I drove all the way to Coleraine in order to head to the DVLA Office to surrender my old Driving Licence and request a new one with my new address – actually my family home – and I had to drive all the way to Coleraine – over an hour’s drive away; no public transport round here, my friend.

On the way I stopped at Swatragh – village in Derry along the way – for £25 of petrol and today’s Irish News – and on past that village I nearly clipped the kerb big time and had to swerve onto the other side of the road. Only God’s grace ensured there was no traffic the other direction, as well as no traffic island and no cops looking out for drunk drivers. It was a hareum scareum moment – didn’t get much sleep last night and still feeling the effects of being up almost an entire 24 hours on Saturday/Sunday. The G4S Security Guard at the office said, “You look tired today, boy!” It’s a sign from above saying that I should book a B and B next time I’m in Dublin.

Also, the DVLA office didn’t open until 9:15 am and I arrived at 8:40 am. Public Sector workers in Northern Ireland don’t know they’re living. Ditto those who work for banks. Try seeing if any of them have to head to a shop at 5:30 am carrying a Lunchbox? Mini rant at the NI Public Sector. 🙂

After I had my errand run I got myself a cappuccino at the shop opposite. I was trying to give up caffeine after 7 pm, but it was kinda cold turkey and I am a bit disoriented. Caffeine is basically the Culchie’s equivalent of Crystal Meth. 🙂

But on the way back managed to book a ticket to see Mike Garry’s performance in Belfast on Sunday Morning/Afternoon on the 22nd of January. His three books arrived here on Saturday, but my brother left them over for me. His exams are tomorrow and Thursday.

On days like this I am glad that things didn’t turn out for the worse. 🙂

Voluntary placement

This coming Tuesday I will find out about a voluntary placement and agree working time and conditions. However, I hope to sort out my gran’s money and get a power of attorney regards her money. Advocating for what I want and need is paramount for me.

 

Watching the whole financial debacle about Northern Ireland being so dependent on European Funding underlines exactly how important it is to be healthy around money. Our Assembly spends money for vanity rather than serving the people, but we’re too fearful of ‘themuns’ to change our habitual ways. A retired Teacher, who is married to a Second Cousin of my Dad, mentioned a term common in County Armagh about ‘Taking the Soup’ in relation to Catholics becoming Protestants; after the Churches would only allow Catholics Soup if they switch Church. I guess the people across Ireland and the UK are governed by irrational fear.

No tune, just a meme instead:

 

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Wednesday Came and Went

Good News and Bad News. (Bad News comes first)

Bad News:

 

  1. Our Government voted in favour of Air Strikes in Syria. (will we ever see through America?)
  2. I am struggling to avoid nibbling before I get my next Jobseeker’s payment, so I can buy other stuff.
  3. I overheard an argument at a Phone Conference today which triggered me.
  4. Mark Zuckerberg; the bane of my Browsing since 2009; is ‘giving away’ his wealth to charity. (usual vanity from the Super-Rich)

 

Good News:

 

  1. I had a wonderful Christmas Lunch today.
  2. I got back in contact with an old Online Buddy from Texas; albeit from getting his Cell number through Facebook.
  3. I was chatting to a friend from Ardboe who now lives at The Loup.
  4. I managed to submit an application for a Job using my Hotmail email account; after my FastMail account was rejected for ‘security’ reasons. (make of that what you wish)

 

I’m trying to let all this settle, but we can’t reason with others. 😦

 

Some tunes: