Charles Dickens famously wrote in a Tale of Two Cities that “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”. I certainly feel I can relate. Four months ago the people I worked for decided to not pay me, terminate my employment, without a redundancy package despite being there over 5 years and through some dealings that are currently being investigated in lead to a tribunal, fudged paperwork meaning I couldn’t claim even statutory redundancy from the Government. In short, I was up a creek and some git on a jetski had nicked my paddles and stuck a hole in the boat.
Quickly I began scrambling for new jobs, whilst also trying to sign up to the beloved new Government System – Universal Credit. Temp jobs, cash in hand jobs, appeared, and I eagerly took them, working all the hours that I could. Clearly as impatient to meet her parents as we were to meet her, my daughter arrived 3 1/2 weeks early roughly a month later. As I had no permanent job, I took some time off whilst she stayed in hospital on the Neonatal ward, to get her settled at home when we could finally take her home, and be there to bond, parent, help her mum (we are not together). Then to go through the allergy questions, intolerances, sleepless nights, her breathing issues, her gastric issues – and before long, 2 months of the occasional shifts between hospital and GP visits just to get the bare essentials of living – I needed to get back to looking for full time employment.
I’m still looking. I’m still scrambling and scraping by on odd shifts, temp work, cash in hand work, selling possessions etc. Still waiting for Universal Credit to help me, but I’ve got yet another appointment next week I can only imagine is to spin the wheels a bit more. But now I’m out of options, and one of the things that I let slide, was the rent. So now, the landlord has said pay the arrears of £2400 by the end of this week, or be out within two. And I totally understand why, from his perspective. It’s business, it’s not personal. For him. For me, it means something a bit more drastic. I’m still job hunting, picking up shifts, selling off the few things that are mine that I can, but I just need a bit of help because I’m desperate and time is of the essence. I don’t have many relatives, and of those I do they don’t have the cash to spare, my friends have helped where they could mostly with stuff for my daughter which was wonderful but none of us has much spare cash.
This isn’t anything grand, exciting, heartbreaking, or unique. What it is, is my life, and I’m currently trying to cling on whilst being there for my daughter as best I can amidst a sea of other issues that have befallen and conflicted this year.
To anyone who does help – thank you, personally, with amazing gratitude. Once I’m back on my feet, I will pass it on.
To anyone who wants to help, but can’t – no worries. Thanks for reading, I’ve been looking at some of the stories on here and wishing I could help too but being unable.
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