24th July, 2020.
Can I make a confession … ?
I got paid, yesterday: or, at least, got my benefits through.
I’m happyish about that. It means I could pay my bills, and buy shopping.
Including the makings of another goulash.
Or stew.
Or something.
We’ll have to see, there.
At ANY rate … ?
I’ve got just enough cash left to have a haircut.
Hopefully.
With COVID 19 lurking about … ?
I’m getting distinctly shaggy.
~≈†≈~
The other thing I know I have to do, today … ?
Is attend a phone meeting!
Believe it or not with my work coach — my case officer — at Brentwood Job Centre.
I’m nervous: as, of course, they have my mobile number, but I’m not sure they have my landline number.
I wanted to make sure they have it, as the mobile signal’s down.
I have messaged him.
Twice.
And emailed him.
And made sure I took screenshots of all of them.
I’d rather not get sanctioned for ‘not turning up,’ especially under the circumstances.
~≈†≈~