I'm trying to not get alarmed but an alarming situation in my apartment is causing me a huge amount of stress.
I have a faulty alarm system in my apartment. It went off several times over the space of two weeks. I had some guy check out the alarm and I thought it had been fixed. However, it's acting up again.
This is the routine. The alarm goes off. Red and blue flashing lights with the noise at the level of an air raid shelter, emanates around my apartment. My intercom rings and a care worker asks me if I'm okay. At least, I think that's what they say. Two minutes later, the doorbell rings. The care worker notes that there is no evidence of smoke, of cooking, of anything that would trigger the alarm. She gets the alarm switched off and files a report.
It's a good thing that Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar has not been here during any of the times the alarm has gone off. I can imagine how frightening it would be to her.
I have a lot of issues with this place. I'm making plans to get the hell out of here. Penny has a partial post done in regards to another farcical situation here.
I shall quickly post this before the alarm goes off again.......Haven't even checked for tipos, um, typos......
Monday, 21 August 2017
Tuesday, 8 August 2017
Here I go again. Or, here I not go again.
This is getting frustrating. I've been trying to get the blogging momentum back. Now, once more, I'm having hassles from the British government in regards to my benefits entitlement. Benefits I wish I didn't need but are my financial lifeline.
After a total breakdown from nearly nine years of systematic workplace bullying, physical, financial and psychological, my doctor signed me off work.
This meant I needed assistance from the government. Assistance that makes me feel like a criminal every time I have to go to a face-to-face assessment to justify my case as to why I should still be entitled to help. Such meetings force me to dredge up a painful past full of horrific memories I'd rather not choose to relive.
I went to such an assessment last Friday, August 4. The assessment played on my mind from the day, about a month ago, when I got the appointment notice through my letterbox. I now have to wait a few weeks to find out if I still have my benefits.
It's really difficult to concentrate on writing when I have such worries. I'm angry that the bullying, from over twenty years ago, still impacts my life. Bullying that cost me my marriage, my home and very nearly the final remnants of my self-respect as the drinking that ensued almost cost me my life.
I shall be shutting off the comments section again. I need time to reflect upon this latest saga and do my utmost to embrace the positive possibilities that may still come out of this worrying situation.
Distractions can come in mighty handy. A distraction such as the video below.