I know. I don't post for ages, and then I post a pity party.
Filling out Work & Income forms is really, really great for putting me in a terrible mood. After almost a month of nearly-full time hours at work, I've been cut back to nothing again. It's been over a week since I was last called in. I have once more had to ask my parents to bail me out, and that's rather shaming to do since they are hardly in the black themselves. Hence going back to W&I, only this time it will be extra-complicated because I will have to bring them a payslip every week if they choose to give me anything, and getting a payslip from my boss is like pulling absent-minded teeth.
Combined with how excruciatingly slowly W&I does everything ("Your next appointment will be a week from now and we don't care at all about how your support yourself until then. Cheers!" Cut to next week: "Oh, honey, you thought we'd process your paperwork this week? You naive little thing. Here's some more paperwork for your boss to fill out - when that's done, call us and we'll set up another appointment for you, which will be another week after your call!"), I anticipate several more weeks of being screwed around, during which my case worker will smile at me politely while saying she can't understand how I don't have a job, since I've got a university degree and everything! I will resist the urge to whack my head on the table and scream that that is exactly the question I keep asking, every time another rejection email lands in my inbox. But it's pretty much my only option at this point. On the dole I go once more.
I don't particularly want to move back in with my parents in Auckland. (For one thing, it would screw my flatmates on the rent and they'd never talk to me again, which would be unpleasant.) But if Work and Income can't help me, I will have literally no other option.
This post brought to you by my very occasional failure to find the fucking bright side.