Well, today was an odd day.
I spent the day with the little one as she wasn’t at the childminders today so got up and made her and myself French Toast for breakfast and it was good.
Then after playing for an hour or so she fell asleep face down on the carpet.
“YAY,” I thought so I carried her upstairs put her in her cot and breathed a sigh of relief.
So, I went downstairs jumped in the shower and got dressed, and sod’s law literally as I put the kettle on to make a cup of tea, sigh, she woke up crying.
Fifteen minutes FIFTEEN GOD DAMN MINUTES. That’s how long I got to myself. Fifteen damn minutes.
I went and got her brought her down, made a bottle and gave her a yoghurt to which she proceeds to stand in the kitchen and, for no reason that I could fathom, proceeded to cry for five minutes straight.
Adulting is hard.
After that, we went shopping and while driving to the shop, I realised that I would have to find somewhere to get change for the trolley, a pain in the arse to be sure.
Then it happened. I got the phone call from the Job Centre to tell me that the funding that I had applied for to pay for the training to become a driving instructor has been declined.
The reasoning they gave was that the training would take too long.
What kind of bullshit response is that?
They complain that people don’t get jobs but when someone comes up with a plan to become a qualified instructor and become self-employed and all that is standing in the way of this is the funding for well then, they will bend over backwards to say no.
Yet all the junkies and alcoholics get their rent paid for, money for booze, methadone paid for… ok, ok stop ranting and get back to the point.
So, they shafted me. I ain’t getting any help.
As you can imagine this pissed me off slightly, I started thinking about all the other options available and I called the driving school, left a message then went shopping.
When we got home they called me back and told me the different options. They have an offer on right now where they are offering the whole course for £1004 less than before so I don’t need to come up with as much money.
So, all the different options started running through my head, grants, bank loans, overdrafts, bank robbery, fraud, robbing a liquor store or finding a magic Genie. You know the usual thought process.
Now some of those may be a bit out there. I mean what exactly are the chances of getting a bank loan.
So that was my thoughts for the afternoon.
The one thing I have to cling on to is the contest that I was going to enter this week where I can win a full edit of my novel and help for five weeks to polish it and get it ready for submission to agents and publishers.
The wife came home, I gave her the bad news had dinner then I called my mum to tell her that I had not got the funding as well. We both had a rant about the state of the government and the fact that they won’t do anything to help people who actually want to work but will help… nope, nope, nope don’t start again.
Then it happened.
Two minutes after I got off the phone with my mum, she called me back to say that she had spoken to my dad and that they will give me the money for the training. Pay the full thing as long as I pay it back when I am up and running.
I was shocked, to say the least at this. I have no words to say thank you to this.
So, it means that probably (hopefully) as of Monday ill be in full swing of training.
That’s been my weird day.