Tag: Mr Loverman

Maximus group session for writing CV’s, a real waste of time.

But I did find out some things too, like the total lack of knowledge Maximus advisors have about their jobs.

But let’s first start with the CV group session, that was not really helpful and not actually stated on the appointment letter, however was mandatory. Something that I feel Iain Duncan Smith is trying to push the people with mental health into work, because he is a psychopathic sociopath.

There was only 9 people who showed up including me, there was meant to be 30 people, but only few showed up possibly because they knew it was bullshit and propaganda.

The group session was late starting, they took an hour to set up the projector and to get started. So we were all sitting there bored out of our brains watching the clock, and hoping they were going to cancel the session so we could go back home to do something more productive.

Mr Loverman kept walking back and forth with a woolly hat and glasses, even though the place was heated so much that I thought I was going to faint, he wasn’t exactly using his people skills either. Oh no, we didn’t even get an update as to how long they were going to be, until 10 minutes before they were about to start.

He did lay on food, sandwiches, biscuits, drinks, and sweets, everything a person needs to fill themselves up with because of boredom. Coffee served in plastic water cups, layered.

We finally go in, when Mr Loverman calls us over. Projector ready with the words in bolded text: Making a good CV. Started playing some get to know you games, before delving into the meat.

Now this whole CV thing has me wondering, she said we have to make CV’s around the jobs, I told asked her about using these CV’s for job searching on Universal Job Match. However I was told, like a child who is dumb and needs a dunce hat that this was for private job matching. But as I checked on Universal Job match, you have to upload your CV, so I’m guessing you have to. Then again, people from Maximus are liars, so I shouldn’t be surprised by this. Anything that is attached with the DWP or the government, I do not trust at all.

The whole thing is was just a propaganda rally, and it’s got me worried.

Though a good thing did happen s I said above, a woman from head office actually did something about my Wellbeing survey. Though it will be with Shaw Trust, and I have no idea what they are going to do. However Monday mum is going to be taking me to the Job Centre to see what they can do, as we have not heard anything from the DWP about an assessment to be put on Support ESA.

Mum said she wants to try and help me get a job from home researching, and help me to try and get out more, an get access to work grant so I can have someone to go out with me. She also wants to try and get social services, a CPN, and support worker to try and help, whether this will happen because the Tories are cutting everything let and right. IT would be a nice dream though.

But I know mum will fight for everything.

I will let you know how everything goes, I’m sorry it has taken me a long time to write this blog. I’ve just been very down, and not wanting to do anything, or stopping myself from hurting myself so bad I won’t wake up.

Thank you guys for being wonderful, and to all my new follower.

 

Do not attend 2pm appointment- but we’re starting WRAG group sessions again

I have been dreading this appointment all night, I slept with the light on all night.

Went shopping with mum, talked about how I should actually show how I am not coping by cancelling appointments. How she is going to demand I go on support group, and being the fighting force she always is.

When we come home I check my mobile, I get a message from my fellow blogging friend, and a missed phone call from Maximus.

So I ask mum to ring, I was too panicked to do so and I’m not a big fan of phones.

She rings up for me, getting the receptionist who always seems to have a bug crawled up her arse. Telling my mum in her miserable tone that Mr. Loverman Shabba is off sick.

That’s okay with us, he was spreading his germs for the last few weeks and mum wanted more time to prepare for attack.

But then by some miracle, our postman is not the most reliable of people in the world. We receive a letter from Maximus, and how I know is that they use second class stamps and by the font used.

Anyway, I guess they have started up the useless WRAG groups again for ESA claimants next Wednesday at 2pm. Oh yay, I’m having confidence classes again and being told everything is about that and not mental health.

God I am not looking forward to it, it’s being run by the miserable receptionist. So I guess it is going to drag, as well as propaganda being forced down our throats in a stern manner. Yay?

Other news though, i received another email from my MP’s caseworker, who asked for my full address. I don’t what is happening, but that has to be something right?

So now i just need to get motivation to read all your wonderful blogs, reblog, and print the SAR form off to send to the DWP.

It might take me a while to read and reblog, but I promise I will try my best.

Do attend tomorrow at 14:00pm

Good news and bad news.

The good news is I have an appointment to see Mr. Loverman, on a day I can take my mum.

The bad news is that I was only told 5pm tonight via text message, and in my notes my ESA advisor wrote down in front of me on my profile thingy, that I have severe anxiety and cannot cope with the unexpected. Meaning sending me an appointment the day before is bad, and more than likely to make worry.

So now I am panicking, which if they had a job in worrying and panicking I would have the qualifications for, and be damn good at.

It’s already worrying to think this guy is going to ask me about going onto voluntarily work, and how it will be helpful.

Unaware that I actually don’t feel comfortable facing people at the moment in a customer based way, I would rather be in an office on my own getting on with things.

Or being able to do to a full day twice a week. I would rather do a few hours once a week or something, but I guess Iain Duncan Smith lordship of employment knows best. Right.

Then there is the worry of my good friend and fellow blogger @theyallhavewidescreentvs, who has a WCA next week and is now making me wonder when mine is coming.

Thank god my mum is coming again, and we’re going to be asking questions about things. Well mum is.

I’m going to take my barriers with me tomorrow for him to look at and sign, and I am finally going to post off my SAR form when we go shopping.

I will write tomorrow about what is happening, and keep you all up to date.

DO not attend

So today was my first weekly appointment with gold teeth, Shabba, Mr. Loverman.

However yesterday I received a text message reminder saying DO not attend.

Which now has me wondering if he is leaving Maximus too, since it seems they have a lot under their belt.

So I’m quite paranoid today, and worried.

The thought of having any of the other advisors, or even having to go to the job centre fills me with dread.

I hate the job centre, the people working there push you in jobs you don’t want to do. Now they have reason to do this, because of the msn Iain Duncan Smith.

Who I do put some of the blame on my deteriorating mental health.

Back to the Loverman, Shaggy wannabe I don’t know if he is unwell, going for a interview, or having to speak to employers about getting customers jobs.

Mum is working tomorrow because she was going to be coming with me, we were even going to go over my barriers before we went.

Now I have the worry and wait for my next appointment, and whether this is going to be sprung on me the day before.

So my sleep pattern is going to get worse, and soon I will be a walking zombie.

In other news though, I found the IAPT number, and I’m hoping mum can get me an appointment or something.

I should be filling in my SARs form today to post, and if I feel up to it email and comment on my lovely followers.

Sasson and Sill Oaks, I promise to email you back.

Purple, thank you for your comments, and I am so sorry for not replying.

You are all awesome for putting up with me.

Mr Loverman visit- Without mum Shabba! Or feeling pressured to find voluntary work part 2

So today was another visit to see my Maximus advisor, this time without mum’s protection. Mum hasn’t been feeling too good, and has had tooth ache all week so got an emergency appointment. That appointment being the same time as mine, so I went in 30 minutes early.

I was greeted at the reception by the woman with no heart or soul, who asked about my my mum. Why? I have no idea, but don’t think this is the end.

I waited for Mr Loveman, who was surprising not with a customer or doing anything constructive. A man that claims he has back to back customers, and here he is just sitting around talking to the ladies.

While waiting there was only me and this other customer waiting to be seen by another advisor, he was stuck to his phone staring at it while his fingers furiously tapped away.

There I was sitting there looking at my phone wondering whether it was safe enough to take pictures of the place to show you guys, along with the propaganda hung around like reminders that you will be finding a job, even if it is not the right one for you.

The heartless and soulless kept shouting across the room to remind the Loverman exactly what he was meant to do, and that is to see customers. However being the suave guy he is (not), he kept talking to the ladies.

By 1:50pm – when the ladies had to go, and had collected at least 30 papers from him, he called me over. When I say called, it was more of ‘oh god it’s her again’, at least it felt like that.

We ran through the same things, he tapped the keys on the computer very slowly. He wrote how I was sending CV’s for retail shops, and handing CV’s out to local shops. (I didn’t even know I was doing that, do I have a clone or something?)

He asked how my mum was doing? Not me, but my mum.

He booked me in for next week, Friday this time, because he is so full up.

As he was about to get rid of me, and sigh after dealing with one of his most difficult customers because I have so many barriers.

I asked him what that survey I had over the phone was about?

He in Mr Loverman smooth stylie, or what would be normally called trying to hard to remain normal. He told me that Maximus head office ask every PG6 Customer to do one.

Now when he said that my first thought was ‘More likely Iain Duncan Smith wants them to do it, to prove that they need work to get better’.

As I said yesterday, it is the same test as the NHS Choices Wellbeing questions, and I scored very low. I was also told on the site that I need to eat more healthier and exercise.

So I think Iain Duncan Smith as thick as two planks he is, thinks he can use this to determined whether people need work to keep their wellbeing.

After the Maximus propaganda and him smiling his gold teeth at me, trying to be nice. He didn’t really understand the test, just what Maximus is feeding him. I decided to tell him that it was the same test on NHS Choices for Wellbeing.

Being the thick dope he is, he laughed and said, ‘Oh, Maximus must have stolen it from there’. I just smiled politely.

Then he went on about me doing voluntary work, how only doing 1 day a week, or 2 half days would be the thing I need to get me back into work. Now I know that they use voluntary work as a way to say you are fit for work, so him saying that didn’t surprise me. But he wants me to be ready soon.

Got out 1hr and a half later, after waiting for mum and dad. Which did not go too well, but she did get her tooth taken out.

Mum said next week, she is coming with me. We are going to print my barriers out, fill in forms, and phone for an assessment and for an appointment with my doctor. This week has been rather mad, with my mum unwell with a cold and her tooth playing up. She wants to ask what work he has, that will take someone like me on?

But I am worried, for all the fun I am taking out of Mr Loverman, I am frightened of being sanctioned. I am worried about being pushed too far, and having to get a job, and then ending up having another nervous breakdown.

If I have another one, who knows whether I would be able to claim again, or if they would find me fit for work.

I do have my supplies ready though they are ready for when the time comes. I’m ready for when the shit hits the fan, and I am deemed fit for work as a slave.

But the time isn’t yet, I don’t know when but dear readers I will miss you all when the time comes.

The dreaded Thursday Maximus appointment and my own selfishness.

Even though I feel well, I’m still frightened. I know I am writing things down and getting appointments with people set up, which will help. But I still have this dread, the dread that my money will be stopped if I do not comply, the dread that he is going to make me look for voluntary work and say it is mandatory.

This being something they can use to say I am fit for work.

Everything feels like it is going to be a long road, and even though I am sort of okay at the moment, doesn’t mean I thinking it would be best to just get out of here while I can choose to.

I’m also kind of down because I still do not have enough money for my new computer, I’m trying to save every little bit I have left. I imagine my old computer is going to die a painful death before I get one, and yet the government could buy thirty Apple computers and still have enough to pay for polo.

It’s fucking sick, I mean how I am moaning about getting a new computer when there are people and children dying of starvation and me here whining about a fucking expensive computer.

I am as bad as them. I’m sick like them for thinking that way. I’m being a selfish bitch.

Maybe I am the one who should be starving to teach me a lesson for being so selfish?

I’m sure Mr Loverman and the Tories would give me the punishment I need to reform from such thoughts.

The thought of going into a charity shop and serving people causes me anxiety, I have done retail before in Homebase where I was doing office work and on the shop floor.

I didn’t mind serving customers, I just did it because I had to. I was always polite and happy to see them, however I hated it at the same time.

If they want me to do something for charity, and I am guessing again that the charities ate getting a cut from the government for hiring volunteers from the job centre and Maximus and others. Just like the supermarkets, and the money is going straight into the CEO’s and shareholders pockets.

I thought about making cards for extra money, or making some and selling them so the money goes to charity. The problem is, I would be caught by Iain Duncan Smith and is that money really going to the charities.

Just like the whole sanctions and people having to go to wonga, which I reckon in my tin foil hat are getting money from.

I get the sense that I am kind of being greedy with the whole computer thing, and maybe my money saved would be better spent on helping others.

Why do I feel so guilty?

Getting back, I don’t know what kind of work I could do with all my barriers, or if the all mighty powerful Mr Loverman can find produce such a magnificent thing.

I know one thing, and that is I am not ready for work. People who have mental health issues know when they are ready, Iain Duncan Smith should not be allowed to decide.