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So apparently, it's asking too much for the job centre people to even tell me the right day for my appointment. I was told Thursday - one hundred percent convinced on that, since I got her to repeat it and wrote it down - only to get there just now and be told it's actually tomorrow. After I've spent the morning rushing like crazy to find all the right pieces of paper, print off a CV and do my hair.

This. Close. If I had a rocket launcher, they'd be a smoking hole in the ground already. Any remaining faith I had in the system not being run by morons has pretty much dissolved. So I'm going to see The Simpsons movie. Screw them for trying to waste my day.

To think I was mocking myself for sounding exactly like this song earlier. Now I'm starting to remember why I sounded like it in the first place.

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*