Oh well

Went to the social services office today to apply for food stamps. I thought I had an 8:30 appointment. They said it was 8. They couldn't see me. I'd have to reschedule. They can't see me until December 13th. Who knows what will happen by December 13th. Part of me wanted to make stink, point out that they had originally scheduled the appointment when I couldn't attend (I had to work and told them so) so I've already rescheduled. Part of me wanted to say that I had spent hours trying to contact them on the phone they were seriously draining my time and energy. I didn't, though. I asked if I could get an appointment at another office. They said they weren't sure. They'd see and call me back.

Yes, they drive us crazy--Exercising their power over us; but congratulations for not shooting yourself in the foot. It's fair ballpark and we have to play by their rules. I hope you can't get in through another office.
Your ability to save the dramatics for where they might do some good will pay off.in the end. Knowing when to pick your battles is powerful knowledge !!

It does feel like such a game. Honestly, I'm not going to starve in the next month. I might eat a lot of plain noodles which isn't nutritious, but I won't starve. It just gets tough having to advocate for everything. It's not a system set up for those dealing with depression.
They probably did tell me to come at 8, but my brain just didn't process it correctly. Still, blah.