Diary 12th And 13th March 2018

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Diary Monday 12th March 2018 After yesterday’s film festival visit I got to be in a short film today, as the university team I volunteer with wanted a short documentary to promote their services to the social work and medical student. I was one of about five volunteers who took part, answering unscripted questions on our work on camera. It was great fun to do. Diary Tuesday 13th March 2018 A very demanding day today, starting with a mandatory job interview with an employment agency, organized by and supervised by the welfare services. Non-attendance or late arrival would have meant benefit sanctions. I turned up early as did the other five conscripted applicants. The interviewer arrived twenty minutes late, and got the names of the applicants not bringing their passports as proof of ID marked down by the welfare advisors (fortunately I had my papers on me, as I already know of such Gestapo tactics). I filled in extensive forms which repeatedly asked the same questions. I asked what the warehouse we might be recruited for actually produces. The agency rep declined to tell me, saying she wasn’t sure, which I found evasive. She was wary of my high blood pressure condition, which I had to declare on the application form, so I hope this will go against my obligatory application process going further. I should know in about a week. My later activities were much nicer fortunately. After the hour long interview / application form process I went by bus to the community centre to pick up this week’s cheap food bag, involving food close to its sell by date that supermarkets would otherwise just throw away. This week’s random bag included goat’s milk, which I love and haven’t tried in years, fiery chicken wings, tomato soup, a large bag of Muisli, and some Fajitas. I got a lift home before heading out again to the University to a meeting on a book we are writing together to serve the needs of social work students. I have a few chapters to write up over the next month now. After a few errands I returned home. Arthur Chappell