Today is a big day for me.
1. I should get a letter in the post telling me whether I will get the job I applied for last week. I heard by someone on the interview panel that I had been successful (unofficially), that I was by far the best candidate (If I'm that good why do I have to prove my sanity), that two of the three candidates thought without a doubt I should be offered the job.
However, last year at work I was assaulted by someone who I have to work with, who has a severe mental illness, yet since he is not a client or colleague I can't have info about him.
I warned them so many times that this was wrong but was laughed at. Then I was punched. My boss was on holiday and his bosses couldn't care less. So I went to my Union and they helped me. I'm not into sueing people (leave that for the Americans) but enough is enough.
Anyway this third guy (did I mention he just happens to be my current bosses husband) said although I was the best I shouldn't get the job because I am sueing my current place of work.
So, there are 3 outcomes for this morning...
1. I get a letter offering me the job - I accept straight away before they change their minds.
2. I get a letter saying I don't have the job - I phone and ask for written reasons why I didn't get the job and for a copy of the interview outcome sheets
3. I don't get a letter - I phone them up and ask for an outcome and written reasons...
Then after that I have to go to hospital and see my own psychiatrist, who thinks I am fit to work and can do a bloody good job. I have to get a sick note from her which states I could've returned to work on Monday. (I had three days off sick, but she is demanding a sick note)
Then I meet my vicar.
I was supposed to see the bosses 'friends' the independent mental health assessors, but since nothing has been put in writing I have to change that appointment till next week, giving me an extra week off work. Since the boss says she won't allow me back until I have had the assessment.
I then have to wait for MIND to get back to me about the letter I wrote to the boss asking for written reasons why she thinks my mental health has meant I am unable to do my job. Mind are proof-reading it for me.
Monday, all I could see was me losing my job and ending up back on the streets as a drunk like all those years ago. But I've a lot of people fighting with me, and after all, I have fought far too damn hard to have this taken away by some jumped up little christians.
