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My parents are back tonight. In the middle of the night, and I'm still not sure how that's going to work. My mum said the plane lands at around 1am, and I'm not sure which airport they flew from, but with getting baggage it should still be at least 3am when they get home. But it generally takes me a huge amount of time to get to sleep, a couple of hours most nights, and if I know they're coming back it won't help me relax, so I might still be awake at that point. If I'm awake, do I go greet them? If I'm asleep, will they wake me up? Are they going to be up in the morning when I get up. It seems ridiculous after getting in at 3am after a holiday, but being like "lol no big deal" while they're dying is sort of my parents' thing. If they're awake, do I need to listen to holiday stories when I should be getting a shower? If they're asleep, will their bags be in my way? I just don't know, and I feel like I'm not going to be able to relax until next weekend.

The one good thing about this weekend is that I studiously arranged to not have to go into town at all, despite running low on food. It turned out everything I needed I could get in Leeds before work, or from an M&S deli on my way from work to Leeds train station, and even the cat food I needed could be purchased from a local B&M. It was a real result. I also planned to get some money out for takeaway this weekend and forgot, but then found a tenner in my purse for the pizza man, and realised I could pay with a card for my pub Sunday carvery today. Doing nothing for the win.

One thing I was planning to do by getting money out though was check my bank balance. I spoke to my manager, and I was right - he didn't have a fucking clue either. I think my manager might have only joined the company a few months or year before I did, and before that he was at a place that just paid sick pay, just paid your full wage whilever you were off (up to a certain period of time, of course). Then when he joined our company, he got told there was no sick pay, thought "hmm, that's weird", but was never off sick himself so never looked into it. Which in some ways is a relief, because we had an incident last year where I needed to take time off, and I asked if he wanted me to get a sick note, and he said no that's just one way we could do it, we could do it another way, and he had me take a bunch of that time off as holiday, meaning I had no holiday left for the rest of the year. And it would have been extremely unpleasant if I'd found out he'd just been cheating me out of my holiday instead of paying me sick pay. But as it stands, I genuinely believe he didn't know. I feel like maybe he should have known, while being a manager, and discussing his employees' sick leave and their options for doing so with them. I also feel like this could have all been cleared up when I originally requested that form, "for when your employers don't pay sick pay", if they'd just told me they do instead of sending me the form. I'm guessing they didn't even look at the form at first. So here we are.

So the long and short of it is, I am getting paid sick pay, but I don't know how much, and my CEO said something about "after the first week", which I don't exactly understand. I know roughly how much I should have been paid for the time I worked this month - although I'm not quite sure how my deductions like pension will come out of it, whether it's a lump sum or a percentage of pay. So I'm still not entirely sure what I'm getting/have gotten, since I got paid on Friday. If I'd checked my bank balance on Friday I would have some idea, but I didn't. I was also supposed to get on online payslip which would itemise it, but from checking my work email - which I haven't for a few months - I seem to have stopped getting those online slips in June. It tells me to log into a site, but I don't seem to have ever set up an account for it. So. Confusion. I am apparently getting paid something, but I don't know how much, I'll only know what I have the next time I check my bank balance.

It's been an okay week overall, I think. Fingers crossed, but I never got any calls from the woman looking after our dog to say he'd run away (which he frequently does), or my sister turning up on my doorstep having an emotional breakdown, or anyone banging on the door about anything that wasn't even really anything to do with me. It was pretty quiet, and I got to spend time with the cat. She took a long time to brave coming into the living room to hang out and get cosy, and now she finally has started and the dog's coming back tomorrow. That's a bit of a shame. But other than that it's been pretty nice. I watched Year of the Rabbit, which I enjoyed, and I'm watching What We Do in the Shadows, which I'm enjoying. I thought a few years ago, when I was watching the Mighty Boosh, that maybe I should just watch everything Matt Berry was ever in, and it's really working out for me at the moment.

Also I love Fallout 4, and I love Harringrove from Stranger Things. I found the anti's for the ship, but I guess it was my own fault for going on Tumblr. I just find it very strange to only read fic in a fandom, and not read or see any fannish discussions. And Tumblr's where the fannish discussions are at the moment. Anyway, that wasn't very nice, but mostly the fandom's quite lovely. I mostly think the only healthy relationship on the show is Carol/Tommy H, but that's just my opinion I guess. At least there's fic. There's no Year of the Rabbit fic, despite some very nice canon.
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Since Tuesday night, my computer hasn't complained once about the CPU fan not working.

I'm feeling pretty stressed at the moment, and I don't know what I can do about it. Not looking forward to next week, when I'll be starting to the week off with my parents and nephews coming home. My manager came to me today to tell me that both morning receptionists will be off for the next two weeks, and let me know that if I wanted to come in early on any mornings, that would be really helpful. I was sort of like "umm...ummm..." - a little surprised he even asked me. Then I later told him that next week at least, I didn't think I could do anything, and as I tried to explain he told me I was worrying too much and he only asked me so I didn't get annoyed he hadn't even asked me, to give me a chance to do some extra shifts if I wanted to. ??? I don't think I'll be doing any extra hours.

Also, I tried to talk to him to let him know that he didn't need to speak to the CEO about the sick pay form, because I found out she already emailed me last week, and he said he knew about that, he thought he was copied into it. Given that that email more or less spelled out that I was entitled to sick pay and would probably get some from the company, that was a little confusing? Especially since he was still saying that he couldn't make head nor tail of the form? I think I'm going to have to try to have a talk with him about exactly what his professional opinion on my sick pay is. I have no clue what people are talking about in the company anymore. I suspect no-one does.

I spent some of last week learning about Etta Lemon, one of the founders of the RSPB and a major figure in the Women's Anti-Suffrage movement - which I didn't even know was a thing. It was weird to read about, but in a way it makes me feel better about the fact that women still argue about women/feminism today, and feminists still argue today. It's not that we were united before, and now we've become divided. It was always like this. You've just got to hope the most helpful things win out, I guess.

Also today I was reading about the fact that The Ring series was heavily inspired by the Japanese Okiku folk tale - which led me to probably my favourite set of stories ever. Can't honestly tell if the text by each image is a good translation of the traditional story, a bad translation of the traditional story, or the website owner taking creative license. NB: You have to click on each card and go to their page to get the full effect.

After many times watching this video of a pregnant stray dog being taken in and she and her puppies cared for and raised by multiple people, my favourite fic idea of the moment is "people looking after a pregnant stray dog together" fic. Sadly not a lot of people are writing stray dog fic.
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I applied for a job!

Also, I opened my work email to do it, and found an email from the CEO at my current workplace, going into greater detail on the Sick Pay form. Apparently she thinks the form is only for people who don't qualify for sick pay from their company, and they're going to figure out if I do on my next payroll. So...things happening? I don't exactly understand still, but things happening.
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Also I went back to work, and it was fine. I was a little worried how people might react to me, but most of them asked if I'd been on holiday. I told a few I was actually off sick, and they were like "bet you're glad to be back at work?". "I know work isn't great, but it's better than being sick!". So I don't know what they thought I had, but no-one really made too big a deal of it, which was nice.

I spoke to my boss, and the subject of the sick pay form came up. He brought it up, after being perplexed by my 4-week sicknote I could just ignore, and he said he'd looked at the form and couldn't make head nor tail of it, so he'd called the government phoneline on the form, but he couldn't get through. He seemed confused enough that I believe that's really what happened, so I guess my boss just doesn't know that I am 100% entitled to sick pay from the company. Which is where the whole "can you just look at the form again?" thing becomes awkward, because if I'm going to pursue this, at what point do I tell him all the stuff about sick pay, which I found out from a few minutes of googling, when he obviously hasn't even googled it? He asked what our boss - one of the CEOs - said when she emailed the form to me, and I said nothing, she said "I'm emailing you this". So he said he'd speak to her again. So. Things are unfolding. And I don't know what they are.

My parents are going on holiday tomorrow. I will have the house to myself. The dog is also going to a kennel. My mum kindly bought food for me for the whole week, and has been freaking out making sure I have enough clothes, even for a hot week, so I think I will be okay.

Games - the main thing I learned about games at E3 this year is that I just don't think I can do them in total anymore. Or just not be part of gaming 'fandom' (in terms of looking up rumours online and Let's Plays) anymore, but I just don't have the time. I don't know how anyone could have the time. The rest of my year looks like this: there was a game, Man of Medan, coming out on 30th August which I wanted to get. Then another game I was looking forward to, Control, finally had a release announced - on 27th August. And a new Blair Witch game got revealed, which looked pretty good, and that's releasing on 30th August, and also another game called Astral Chain I thought looked interesting was announced to release on 30th August too. That's just one week. And these games are likely - in fact, expected - to be tens of hours long.

I have a week and a half to finish all of those, before another game I was interested in, Greedfall, comes out on 10th September. Then I have 3 days to finish that before Borderlands 3 comes out - I am going to get Borderlands 3 when it comes out. But I have over a month to finish that, before the next Trails of Cold Steel game comes out, and I can find out what happened to Jusis and Machias. Trails of Cold Steel games tend to be at least 110 hours long. I have 3 days to finish it before The Outer Worlds comes out. Honestly I could ditch the Outer Worlds, I don't always love Obsidian's writing, but it does look cool. And it's a new IP. And it's a Bethesda-like RPG, and we haven't had a new one of those for a few years. Anyway, I have 6 days to finish that hundred-hour+ game before Luigi's Mansion 3 comes out, just in time for Halloween. And then 8 days to finish that, before Death Stranding releases.

I like getting games I'm interested in at launch. I like supporting devs, I like giving them good sales in the first week if it looks like they made an interesting, not-horrific game at least - and I like having my own experiences with games when they come out, before all the reviews flood in and everyone has an opinion, and any of them become The Joke everyone makes on all their podcasts, even people who haven't played the game but know it will get a 'laugh'. But this is too much. There's no time. There's certainly no time to actually enjoy them, or take your own time with them. I get that game companies are jumping on the whole "announce the release date close to the release date" thing now, but this is too much. It's a clusterfuck. It needs better planning. "But Rachael, just don't buy a few and play them later, after Christmas" I hear you say. Well, guess what spring looks like! Watch Dogs Legion comes out two weeks before Animal Crossing, a game that swallows lives, and they're both a month before Cyberpunk 2077. And Masquerade: Bloodlines 2 is just floating around somewhere before April. It's crazy.

So I don't know. I feel like I'm going to have to switch off from gaming culture - I feel like I'm going to have kill some of my own excitement about games, which feels really weird, but it's too much. There's too many huge games coming out too close together. FOMO is a killer, but you've got to miss out on some things. The weird thing is that I feel like gaming companies/youtubers more or less rely on it, they bank on people wanting to be involved in the conversations right away, so they all buy the game and watch the videos right away, and they've been sorting of ramping things up and encouraging it. But for me at least, I feel like I've reached a breaking point. There's no way to do all this stuff and enjoy it. I genuinely can't imagine some of these games not tanking big time, no matter how big or anticipated they are - there's too much competition. I guess a lot of them are aimed at different audiences, and it's not like there haven't been packed weeks before, but. ??? It seems like so many. I would be genuinely surprised if all of these games sell as well as their companies want them to. I feel like maybe the game developers are just holding their breaths, not backing down so people don't lose confidence in their game, and hoping they're the ones that survive. ??? I don't know. I'm getting Borderlands 3 and Death Stranding. And probably something during the week of 26th August, despite my reduced pay this month. That's all I know right now. And Watch Dogs Legion in March. Who knows what will happen between now and March. That's all I can say. That's all anyone can say.
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Well, I feel like I'm in an oven, and I'm sat in my shaded room with all the windows wide open. I stick my hand out the window, and it is again, like sticking my hand into an oven. The weather needs to take pity on us.

"I asked the Lord to make it warm", and so on.

Also, I got my extension for my sick note, which it always sounded like was a pretty straightforward thing to do. But the doctors' receptionist didn't ask me how long I wanted it extended for, and they've extended it until the middle of August. When my mum questioned this, the woman said it was just a guideline and I could choose to go back to work whenever - but when I first got my sicknote and asked if I could go back in during it if work really needed me (it was during a week I knew they were already having staffing issues), I was told it was illegal to go in to work while a sick note was active. So ???? I don't know. I'm going to go in to work anyway I think, next week.

Also, I asked my manager to look over the Sick Pay form they sent me again, because I couldn't do anything with it till my employer filled it in to say why they don't pay sick pay. He said he would. The form makes it pretty obvious, I feel, that they should be paying me the basic rate of sick pay. So we'll just see what happens with that.
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I called my local mental health services last week and had an assessment yesterday. It was nice to talk to someone about everything, but she told me more or less what I expected - that wait times for any treatment will be more or less what I've experienced before, which in recent times was about 9 months. That's not super helpful when I'm feeling incredibly terrified something's going to go wrong pretty much all the time, and when I'll probably be expected to work those 9 months in order to earn any money. So I'm more or less back to square one, just sort of needing to look for a new job and hoping I get one to see if a change in employment environment helps me out at all, or finding a way to cope better with my current job and routine, with just a vague feeling that I should be getting treatment somewhere down the line eventually at least.

I also called ACAS, an employment support helpline, as suggested by the Citizens Advice Bureau to double-check the information I have about Statutory Sick Pay. They confirmed what I've been told already - that if I meet the criteria for SSP, which I'm pretty sure I do, then I should be getting it. Which means I now just need to talk to my employer about it.

I'm also seeking an extension to my sick note, because I think an extra week off would do me good. Apparently I only need to call the doctors tomorrow to get an extension. But it still means I need to call my manager to let him know I'll be off another week, and he'll need to cover another week, and when I do that I may as well, at that point, ask him about sick pay. So I'm not really excited to make that call. The alternative is to not ask about sick pay and just a) accept they're doing something shady, b) accept they're doing that shady thing to me, and c) accept that at the end of July my pay will be £200 for the month, instead of £800 for the month. None of those feel like good options.

I feel like my parents are disappointed in me in general, and that's no fun either. They don't just trust me. And that hurts.
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So. I'm off work sick, obviously. And at the bottom of one side of my sick note, it said something about getting a benefits form if my company doesn't pay Statutory Sick Pay. I was always told my company did not pay sick pay, and I thought those were just the rules and didn't think much of it. But I asked my employer to send this form, and they have, and basically it's a form to ask my employer why they legally won't give me sick pay, because I am legally entitled to some form of it, even a basic rate. Looking through all the reasons they might not give it to me, I don't think any single one applies - and I have googled online and all the information says much the same thing, that I am legally entitled to some basic sick pay if I'm off for more than four days, and that all the rules for the type of job that qualify you for sick pay are things that I fulfill. So. Now I think that maybe my company are doing something slightly illegal by not offering me sick pay, or something slightly shady by not offering it for the odd couple of days off, and just not mentioning sick pay to anyone who's off for longer than that.

I just called the Citizen's Advice Bureau, and they said much the same thing and that they couldn't see any reason I wouldn't be entitled to sick pay, and they gave some other numbers to call if I wanted to make absolutely sure. But. It seems like, despite the hope I had when the sick note mentioned something about a benefits form, I'm just not going to get paid for the time I'm having off, despite being legally entitled to it - or I'm going to have to contact my company to have either an awkward conversation, an argument, or a legal battle to try to get sick pay that I'm entitled to. I suspect I don't qualify for it anymore now because you have to write to your employer within 7 days about your illness to qualify - and I haven't, because no-one suggested it would benefit me to do so. But still. It seems a little fucked up, and will affect any sick pay/time off I might have in the future.

I don't need this right now.
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Sometimes I forget how much puritans suck. Then I remember.

I tried to pay off my tax credits overpayment yesterday. It was a massive pain, because first the letter told me to call a number to speak to HMRC about it, which was not a free number, then a bit later in the letter it said there was also a website I could go to; the website said I could pay it off by cheque at my bank or building society, using the payslip they'd sent me, but I only had the letter and no payslip; I went to my bank on Saturday with a cheque and the letter, but they said they couldn't do it because they didn't have a sort code or account number to pay the cheque into (which was probably on the payslip); so I got the sort code and account number from the website, where it told you how to pay things off using telephone or online banking, and I went into my bank again yesterday, and they said that sort code and account number weren't for a Barclays account, so they couldn't pay it in. However, using the letter and sort code and account number and the cheque I'd written, they could pay the money as a transfer, using the payment reference on my letter as a transaction reference. So I hope that worked, and HMRC don't still think I owe them £1028.94. I could probably find out. By calling the non-free number.

I've decided to try to read Stephen King's It, since that trailer suggests it's a pretty powerful story. I went into Waterstones today, and I was going up in their lift I saw some Stephen King books on the ground floor. I was looking for something else too, but then I went down, with little time to spare till I had to go to work. There were only three books on the shelf, because it was the Stephen King part of the crime section. I went to 'Fiction K'. No Stephen King. I assume his books were in the horror section upstairs, but I had to leave. I searched for 'Stephen King It' on Amazon. The first result was 'The Stand'. Then 'Mr Mercedes'. Then 'The Shining'. I don't know why the world doesn't want me to have that book.
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The sky seems to have remembered it's July and gone sunny.

HMRC wrote to me yesterday. Apparently the letter I got saying I owed them £750 was only from one part of the tax year, probably from when I was no longer eligible to receive the benefit at all. For the time before that, I owe them £250 of mony they overpaid me. So they want about £1000 from me in total. Which is...frustrating, considering I didn't really do anything wrong. If they had a date in mind when I was no longer eligible to receive a payment, I think I gave them that information, they could have easily kept track of it themselves and done a review when it ran out. And of the time before that, they just miscalculated I guess, or something, but it wasn't me. But it was just money they gave me, which I didn't spend, so I can pretty easily get it back out and give it to them. My parents are saying I should complain or say I don't have the money, and tell them to take it back out of my tax code or something - but I'd just end up paying the same amount to them anyway, just slower. I'd rather take it out in a lump sum and give it back and have done with it. I'm thinking about complaining about the way it was all handled though.

I've been going through my old CDs some more again. It's a little more irritating given that a lot of songs I thought I had saved to my computer haven't been saved, or have updated till I can't play them anymore, but it's still odd to go through a CD, realise you really like a lot of songs on it, but still feel no need to keep the CD. One of those songs is this one, which I think is one of my favourite ghost stories ever. I did not keep the CD.

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My Day:

  • I woke up late, and realised I had to go to work again.


  • I got up late, and after having a shower, I didn't have enough time to play anything before I went to work, as I often like to do.


  • When it was time to start getting ready for work, I went to the bathroom first, and after a morning of feeling fine, the instant I sat on the toilet I felt like one huge cramp, and just awful. I started feeling really hot, and like I was going to pass out. I really thought I was going to have to call in sick to work, and I can't call in sick every time I have a weekend off, they won't allow it. At the very least I thought I was going to have to miss my train while I recovered, and go in late.


  • I started feeling better and managed to get ready in time to go for my train, but I didn't have time to make a sandwich, so I knew I'd have to buy one.


  • I got to the station, and my train came, and it pulled in way too far along the platform, and then the conductor got off and said the train wouldn't be going to the first two stations it's supposed to go to, because of a line failure or something. It still went to Leeds, so I was fine, but it did occur to me that if it wasn't going to Leeds I wouldn't have known until the time I was supposed to get on it. This is after my train was late on Friday, and they didn't tell us about it, the display just started showing the details for the next train to somewhere completely different, and didn't say our train was still coming but late until about a minute before it pulled in. I very nearly got a bus, but didn't. Renationalise the railways, that's what I say.


  • I don't know if my train was late getting to Leeds because of that, but after buying and eating a sandwich, I ended up being late getting to work. The person covering the lunch hour was kind enough to let me use the bathroom and get some water before I started anyway.


  • Still felt sick all day, after the toilet incident.


  • When I switched on my computer, it said it was 'configuring Windows'. Then when I opened Outlook, I had to set up my email account again, and then I could only see my own email and not the car park emails. While I was waiting to ask my boss if he knew how to set it up again, I went to fill a spreadsheet I've been keeping of temporary passes we sign out, at my boss's request. That was also gone. It turns out, because of malware or some sort of security scan, they found that our desk computer was vulnerable, and had literally gotten rid of it and replaced it with an entirely new PC. So everything really did need to be set up again. I had indeed lost the document I'd been keeping, which included all the incidents of people going through the barriers when they shouldn't.


  • I had to get IT involved to set up my car park emails again. While they had control of my computer, they switched to the ugliest font imaginable, and now I have to live with that.


  • My boss emailed me some of my old spreadsheets I'd sent to him (I send one every month), so I got the formatting and some of the older incidents back. I still had to go through our file for the whole of May so far, counting up how many temporary security passes we'd given out each day, and filling it out again.


  • The woman who properly runs the car park in HR said I didn't have a signature on my email anymore, even though I don't remember having one ever, and I had to set that up again, and it was annoying.


  • Every Tuesday, we do a fire alarm test. This basically means one of my co-workers comes out, I give him the keys and my phone, and he calls up and puts our alarm on test (so no fire engines come), then he goes upstairs, and I have to wait by the panel for him to set off the alarm somewhere upstairs, count to ten, then push a button to silence it. He told me today we'd be doing a 'full test', which basically means it'd do all the things it's supposed to do in a real fire, like open all the security barriers and call all the lifts down so no-one could use them. He did the thing, I waited by the panel as usual, the fire alarm went off. I briefly noticed that all the barriers hadn't opened and at least one lift hadn't come down before I had to press the button to silence the alarm. It wouldn't silence. I pressed it again. It wouldn't silence. I pressed a different button that said silence, but no joy. Everyone who'd been stood there when it started going off was looking at me, but it wouldn't silence. I told them that, that it was just a test but the button wasn't working. People started coming down the stairs, because they thought it was a drill or fire, but the barriers hadn't opened so they couldn't just walk out anyway, so they just hovered around the room behind them uncertainly. Then the fire marshalls started coming down, in their yellow jackets. While I tried to explain it was just a test, it just wasn't working properly. And the alarm was going off very loudly and piercingly. My co-worker finally came and shouted down 'is it not silencing?', and I said no. I turns out you need a code to silence it during a full test, and it had been so long since he'd done one he'd forgotten. In the meantime, because people are absolutely, 100% supposed to leave the building if the fire alarm goes off and keeps going off, the building had evacuated. And then I had to sit with my hand on our contractor gate button to keep it open while everyone marched back in, while the fire marshalls looked on disapprovingly. And tried to ask me exactly what had happened. It was not a great time. But at least I didn't have to fill out reports afterwards, which my co-worker did for some time. Also, it turns out our fire alarm doesn't work like it should on full test. Which is a shame.


  • Still felt sick all day. But then I had some chocolate and felt like I was giving myself life force, so idk.


  • I got home and found they'd finally sent me the form for a re-assessment for tax credits.


What a day
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Christmas whale.

It doesn't feel very Christmas-y though. I don't know if it's the mild weather or the fact I'm working, so that takes up most of my time, but it's true. Or maybe it's that people are still reeling in shock from all the politics stuff, so no-one's really in the spirit. Watching Sky News all day really doesn't make me feel too Christmas-y. But anyway, it's true. I can sing Christmas carols to my heart's abandon, even though I don't feel like it, and yesterday I tried to think of even one and could only come up with 'Greensleeves'. Anyway. I'm going to have to do some Christmas shopping soon too, although I don't know when. I have an idea for something to get my mother, and I have the money for it this year too - but it does mean I'll probably need to get my dad something of a similar value, and I don't know what that is. Plus the kids. It's my YN's birthday in less than two weeks. Although I do have a present from last year that I never used hidden away in a drawer. Maybe that will have to do.

After all my worrying about how much time I have these days (despite my claims to the contrary), they're asking me to work extra hours next week, because the morning receptionist is on holiday. I awkwardly explained to my boss that I have OCD and find changes to my routine hard, so I couldn't say I was raring to do it, but I would. He was very nice about it, and said maybe I wouldn't find it as bad as I thought it would be, so we could take about covering in future after that. The thing is it's not the work, it's the amount of time outside of work I'm going to have. They want me to go in for 11 - and really, I think he was hoping for 10 - which means I won't have to get up any earlier, but I won't have time to have a shower on a morning like I usually do, and I won't be able to stay up a little late, because if I sleep in it will really fuck me. So I'll have less time of an evening. But maybe it's only my expectation of what I'm going to get done in a day that really upsets me, and if I let go of that it will be okay, or better at least. And it is only for a week. But the morning receptionist is pregnant, and so she's going to be off for months shortly, and I really don't think I can do that, no matter how well next week goes. I came to this job very much as a part-time job. But like I say, they've been very nice and flexible so far, so we'll see.

Things I have been doing: playing Final Fantasy XV. It's a game that's taken 10 years to come out, so it felt very special to pick it up on day one. And the game had a little leaflet in the front, which was a print-out of a thank you note signed by everyone on the team that made it. Which was lovely. I wanted to get my own opinion of it, rather than just having to listen to all the reviews and whether it was a 'real' Final Fantasy game or not. And I really like it. It's very atmospheric, and everything sort of feels like it goes together, which is hard thing to explain but really makes a game feel special for me. When the story and the characters and the mechanics all seem to work together, and nothing's jarring or feels too 'video-gamey', like it's just a set of mechanics. I really like the combat too, which is cool, because a few of the demos felt very janky. I haven't really touched the story yet, but I'm really enjoying it so far. And really, having everything work together is a real achievement for a game that was in development for so long. Well done to them.

Also, I have been reading the original Superman comic strips. They are amazing. Superman does not give a fuck. The first strip involves him going to see a governor in the middle of the night, who has a SOLID STEEL bedroom door. And the butler's like "haha, just try to get through that", and Superman's like "haha, I will" and rips it apart. Then the butler tries to SHOOT SUPERMAN. Like a fool. But Superman just laughs it off. And then saves a woman who was about to be wrongly executed for something she didn't do. It's great. Of interest to me: Jonathan and Martha Kent were not in the story from the beginning. Superman was raised in an orphanage, where they were like "golly!" about his super-strength, but decided not to say anything about it. But Lois Lane was there from strip one. And she is amazing. An example of their dialogue:

Clark: "Why is it you always avoid me at the office?"
Lois: "Please Clark! I've been scribbling 'sob stories' all day long. Don't ask me to dish out another."

Interestingly, I guess because of the time, Clark Kent is the star reporter at the Daily Star, and Lois is a 'sob sister', which basically means an agony aunt/writer of the sentimental pieces. She's pretty mad about it though. Perry White won't put her on a story about a dam bursting, so she tricks Clark and goes anyway. But then she nearly drowns in the flood and Superman has to save her, so it's not like it's super feminist. But still, she's great. And Clark is all about her. Which is quite lovely.

I get paid today, so I can continue to buy computer parts and actually try and get the thing built. Woo hoo. Also the tax credits place have written back to me, and now they want to pay me £380 a month instead of £390. Which is fine. Still seems bizarre to me, and I suspect it won't last past April, when the new tax year starts, and all my 'freshly working, was recently on ESA' stuff won't really apply. But I've queried it, and they've said it's all fine, so it's very welcome. Given that I'll probably be fine on my wage, I can just put it into my savings account. And then, if they decide they DID make a mistake, it will all just be there anyway to give back to them, and I will be mad, but it will be doable.

Meanwhile the company my company's working for is losing money every year, apparently, so I don't know how safe my job is, and my sister's partner's firm went bust, and I thought he'd been taken on by the firm that took over from them, but apparently everyone except him and his friend got picked back up, so he isn't working. And Christmas is coming, and my sister just got a £150 fine for not showing up to an anger management course they said she had to go on after assaulting a woman last year. So it's all a bit up in the air. But we're out of the depths or recession, say the Conservatives! So hooray. My sister and her family are moving into the new house this weekend apparently. They can't afford to pay my parent's rent yet, obviously, but they will at least be in there. So that's something, I guess.
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My dad is genuinely in a mood with me because I started buying parts for my new PC build, and didn't consult with him or get his approval first. For real.

I called the Tax Credits place today, just to double-check about my form. The lady said as far as she could see from looking at it, they didn't have me down as having been on income-related Jobseeker's, which is a relief. The part of me that still worries keeps thinking maybe I got confused when I was deciding whether I qualified for the Disability aspect - but I always understood the concept of being on the taxable Jobseeker's, even if I got the terms mixed up, so I don't think I would have. The woman said that a lot of their decisions are based on 'faith' and not actually looking into your circumstances. But I feel like I've done pretty much everything I possibly can at this point to check if I made a mistake, and everything suggests that I didn't. However - one thing the woman said they didn't have was my projected taxable income for the rest of this year. This was something my Job Advisor said I'd need to do the Tax Credits calculator thing online, to see if I qualified, and it never asked me for it. And when I filled in the form it didn't ask me for it. But the woman on the phone said they'd need it, and it would affect my awarded payment, and if they didn't have it and they overpaid me they'd have to take the money back somehow. I don't think she meant sending the bailiffs round, just paying out less in the future, but still. So I gave it to her, including the taxable Jobseeker's Allowance I received this year. She said it would affect my payments, and I'd get a new awards letter sent out. It's all the same to me, I wouldn't have even thought about tax credits if it wasn't for my Job Advisor, and my new wage is enough for me. But it all seems like it's in a bit of a shambles at the moment.

I hope "even our very worst, most despicable politicians still hate Nigel Farage" is a top news story every day.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
The more I hear about Bernie Sanders, the more I think he's just a cunt.

And Jeremy Corbyn seems to be taking after him, and that's a shame.

Tonight my train home was delayed due to flooding, and then my train home broke down a few stops from my stop. They got it going again. But still. It was not my favourite train ride home ever.

My Playstation Vita made it bearable though. The littlest Playstation.

Also, when I got home, I had a letter from the HMRC about my Working Tax Credits. They have given me them, which I sort of suspected when I looked at my bank balance the other day and had more than I thought I did. They are going to give me £400 a month. Which seems like a lot. It seems sort of ungrateful to even be shocked by it, and I'm not unhappy about it, I just...was not expecting that. They're going to give it to me until next April, the beginning of the next tax year, so I don't know if it'll continue after that, but. Wow.

I would feel a lot better about it, but ever since I sent off the form I have been worried that I accidentally confused Contribution-based and Income-based Jobseeker's Allowance. I know that they probably actually looked into my circumstances and tax records/national insurance information, and maybe that part didn't even make that much difference, but I'm still super-paranoid that I'm going to be accused of fraud somewhere down the line. I'm going to call the helpline tomorrow and just double-check. But if all goes well that's...very comforting. A lot more than I was expecting.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
So the Jobcentre finally paid me. They paid me £600. I was only really looking to see if the £140 I was expecting had gone in. Part of me's worried it's a mistake and I'll have to give some of it back. If not, all I can think is that they decided to backdate my claim like I asked them to, and haven't let me know yet.

But yeah. Wow. I had £10 in the bank last week, and this week I have £1000.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
The more I think about it, the less the temporary work thing makes sense to me. Because if I actually do find temporary work, I'll have to come off Jobseeker's - and the whole point of it at the moment is to stay on so I can get some help up until my job starts, bus passes and the like. I could look for work that's under 16 hours, so I can stay on benefits - but there's not a lot of that out there, and I'm not sure that's the kind of job hunting the Jobcentre are really happy to pay out for. Plus I've got holidays planned in October, and I'm going to have to do some training shifts for my permanent job. So I think I'm going to put it on hold for now, and discuss it with my advisor tomorrow.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
I am now onto applying for a job on the NHS website. It has all these weird pages where you just basically insert new entries for every qualification you have or job you have had. It told me to only put the relevant qualifications down, but didn't say which ones were relevant, and now it's asking about my most recent job and I don't know if volunteering counts. I'm going to assume it does.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
I have decided to livepost my first day of job-hunting, out of misery.

First up: referring myself to Rightsteps again, as my job advisor suggested. I looked up their phone number at about 11 o'clock. It turns out you can't really apply over the phone anymore, you have to fill in an online form. The thing I love to do. I called them anyway, but by the 5th 'would you like to stay on hold?' message I decided to give up. So I am currently doing a virus scan on my computer, because I freak out about filling in personal information otherwise, in order to do that. I was going to have to do that anyway, for job applications. In the meantime, I am reading the work diary my advisor gave me, which is mostly about all the sanctions they can and will apply to you. The minimum is 4 weeks, rather than the 1 week it was last time I was on Jobseeker's. The maximum is 156 weeks. Three years.

Also they have removed the part about how you can't apply for JSA if you've received an ESA payment within the last calendar month from the 'are you eligible?' page. Which is odd. I'm definitely sure I saw it. That might hurt my claim to have my JSA backdated a little bit, although that probably wouldn't have gone through anyway, I was not 'actively seeking work'.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
My Jobcentre appointment was awful. Apparently, since the last time I was on ESA about 6 years ago, it's become a much stricter regime - to the point that you're expected to spend five hours a day searching for jobs, or filling in application forms, ideally with the government's jobmatch website open so they can monitor your activity. Given that filling in forms is one of the things that still triggers my OCD, and that I'm not even looking for 25 hours of paid work, this is really not what I was expecting or hoping for. So I cried pretty much throughout the appointment.

Luckily, the advisor I was seeing was also a disability advisor - the one who trained the disability advisor I used to see while I was on ESA, in fact - and she was very sympathetic. She said she'd put me on her disability caseload, and I could have all my appointments with her since she knew about my problems, and they could restrict some of the requirements since there were greater barriers for me getting back to work than a lot of people. She also suggested I go back to therapy, since I was obviously 'still very emotional'. We had a long talk about my circumstances, and she suggested a lot of things - getting my parents to help me, getting family therapy - a lot of which were kind of no-goes, but some of which should be helpful. So. We'll see. I knew the Conservatives were fuckers, and I suspected that Jobseeker's might be more demanding now than when I used to be on it - but even thinking about what I used to do, essentially just apply for three jobs a week, made me anxious, so this was really out of the ballpark. But. We'll see. I'll give it a go, and we'll see how it goes.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
I just got home from a shift at the Hospice. Found a letter waiting for me from Universal Credit. Apparently, 'the benefit is only just being rolled out and at this time you do not qualify'.

Sigh.

When I was applying online for Jobseeker's Allowance - which I was encouraged at every possible opportunity to do - it literally shut down the claim form and sent me to the Universal Credit site as soon as it thought maybe I qualified for that instead. So I'm just going to have to call them and insist they do it over the phone. And not take no for an answer. At least, the letter says that if I claim for Jobseeker's (within a month), they will take the date of my claim as the date I claimed for Universal Credit, if I show the letter I've got. But still. Fuck's sake.

Sigh.
girlofprey: (R for raygun)
It's hard to find time for porn, video games, and all the other practical things in my life I kind of need to do. Also writing. And soaps. I'm falling very behind on soaps at the moment. We stopped watching them during the holiday, and then there were the Olympics, and now this. I'm meant to be doing a soap podcast again in a few weeks, too.

On the plus, I did find a really incredible fic for a fandom I have no interest in getting involved in - which is sometimes the best combination you can manage, since you're not spending all your time thinking 'this isn't the fic I really wanted, though', or 'I don't think [character X] would have phrased it exactly like that. Essentially, I was looking through a kink tag, found a new fandom and pairing with a dynamic I enjoyed through that kink tag, decided to read all the fic for that pairing, and then found a really good fic that was actually a turn-on and restored my faith in slash fic of the moment. Also there is genuine video online of that (RPF) pairing, where one of them is spoon-feeding the other one pudding for the pleasure of the audience. So that was nice.

I was hoping after that video from the weekend that the tags for my pairing from the Let's Players would be flooded with serial killer!AUs (with fluff), and carrying fic. Sadly that hasn't happened yet. But maybe it's in the works.

Yesterday I finally got around to applying for benefits again. It turned out my last ESA payment was on the 20th of last month, not the 15th, so I couldn't have applied before this weekend anyway. But it was probably some of the least fun I've ever had. First off, it told me I couldn't have Jobseeker's Allowance, I qualified for Universal Credit because of my postcode. Then - having taken me to the Universal Credit page - it said I could make a full claim if my postcode started with a certain set of numbers and letters. It didn't, so it said I could make a partial claim if I lived in 'one of the below areas', and gave me a list. I didn't live in any of them. But the form had said I qualified for Universal Credit, so I started an application anyway. And it turned out I did. Way to make applying for benefits accessible and easy to understand, Conservatives. Anyway, then I actually got to fill out the form - woo! - and it involved needing to know my parents' exact dates of birth and whether they received any benefits at all, and then exactly how much money I had in total. My online banking decided to break at that exact moment, so I ended up having to guess from recent bank statements. They didn't really say how specific I had to be, but whatever. But finally I actually submitted the form - and it gave me some details about what would happen from then on. Which was really nice, but mostly what I learned was that I'll be getting paid £100 less than I did on ESA, and I probably won't receive any payment until October 5th at the earliest.

After I submitted the form, the page took me directly to the government's job-seeking page. I already had an account on there, so I signed in and had a look. I spent a few minutes wading through jobs it suggested for me in Rotherham and Manchester, and then tried a different searchword and almost immediately got offered a zero-hours contract.

Then today I got some ice-cream, and tried to play a free trial of a game I got offered, which ended up taking 3 hours to download. Still. Joy.

I am still working on my Dragon Age fic. I really want Zevran to be involved, and I have an idea for how he could be, but I don't think I could make it believable with other characters involved in the fic. I would also like Morrigan and Wynne involved. And I thought maybe Leliana, but she would literally just talk all the time about how great it was my character was part of the Chantry now, and not understand when my character wanted to have her own beliefs in private, and when Loghain found out there was a literal Orlesian spy in the court he'd probably just kill everyone. So, there's that.
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