It's been quite a while since my last post mainly because of flooding, I was without the internet for months but still had to pay for the bloody thing. I went back to the place regularly after the flooding to pick up my mail. One day I picked it up and noticed a letter from the DWP that was the first one I opened when I got back to the temporary accommodation, it was to attend their office for a bloody compliance interview, just a few days later, the wankers.
I could have cancelled but decided to try and make it there for the time on the letter 10am. I walked through the door at 10.02am and was told I had to go upstairs, I was absolutely knackered from getting there so I asked if there was a lift and they said no so I went up the stairs very slowly taking about 10 minutes to climb the 20 steps only for them to tell me it was downstairs I needed to be. I swore saying another fucking fuck up by the DWP and their Nazi's. The person stood there open mouthed and some security guard came up and said something I don't remember what but I had a right go at him before he backed down.
When I eventually got to see the compliance officer a good 25 to 30 minutes had passed and I wasn't in the mood for any shit from them.
He went through some crap them proceeded to say that between certain dates I had more than permitted in the bank. I proceeded to tell him that all I ever read on any crap they sent me was the appointment time or the amount of that years increase as that was always on the first page and any other pages were filed in the bin with the envelope. It was then that my phone wrung and I cancelled the call, at this point he must have suspected I was recording the interview because he turned all nice, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Too late I had been recording before I got in the building for him to act all nice now.
He proceeded to ask more questions and just got the same answers until I got fed up and shouted I have fucking answered that 3 times all fucking ready at which point he said he was just going to write his statement then read it back to me, he did just that but read it as he wrote it and I pulled him up a few times and made him put in the part about not knowing about the £6000 lower limit and skim reading for appointment dates and times or how much they had increased it that year. After he wrote it he asked me to sign it and I did putting 3 dots before my signature meaning it was signed under duress. I wonder why the DWP haven't got back to me yet maybe they know the three dots and are going to leave me alone, we will just have to wait and see has he said it would be 2 months before I heard and that time has passed.
Come to think of it the cunt kept my appointment letter, never mind I can just ask for a copy if I need it I know how to ask them for stuff.
I could have cancelled but decided to try and make it there for the time on the letter 10am. I walked through the door at 10.02am and was told I had to go upstairs, I was absolutely knackered from getting there so I asked if there was a lift and they said no so I went up the stairs very slowly taking about 10 minutes to climb the 20 steps only for them to tell me it was downstairs I needed to be. I swore saying another fucking fuck up by the DWP and their Nazi's. The person stood there open mouthed and some security guard came up and said something I don't remember what but I had a right go at him before he backed down.
When I eventually got to see the compliance officer a good 25 to 30 minutes had passed and I wasn't in the mood for any shit from them.
He went through some crap them proceeded to say that between certain dates I had more than permitted in the bank. I proceeded to tell him that all I ever read on any crap they sent me was the appointment time or the amount of that years increase as that was always on the first page and any other pages were filed in the bin with the envelope. It was then that my phone wrung and I cancelled the call, at this point he must have suspected I was recording the interview because he turned all nice, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Too late I had been recording before I got in the building for him to act all nice now.
He proceeded to ask more questions and just got the same answers until I got fed up and shouted I have fucking answered that 3 times all fucking ready at which point he said he was just going to write his statement then read it back to me, he did just that but read it as he wrote it and I pulled him up a few times and made him put in the part about not knowing about the £6000 lower limit and skim reading for appointment dates and times or how much they had increased it that year. After he wrote it he asked me to sign it and I did putting 3 dots before my signature meaning it was signed under duress. I wonder why the DWP haven't got back to me yet maybe they know the three dots and are going to leave me alone, we will just have to wait and see has he said it would be 2 months before I heard and that time has passed.
Come to think of it the cunt kept my appointment letter, never mind I can just ask for a copy if I need it I know how to ask them for stuff.
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