Mood swings courtesy of bureaucracy.

This post was supposed to be about the importance of friends, family and birthdays but no. The government had to go and mess it up!
Just lately I seem to have been having lots of meetings at the Jobcentre. If not signing on then Restart. If not Restart then New Deal and it's impossible for them to schedule these to be on my signing day, so I've been on the premises at least once a week for the last month. At my last Restart interview, my advisor had worked out that because of my length of unemployment(ages) and where I lived(deprived), I would very soon be eligible for the chance to compete for some of the part time jobs they hold in reserve. So, a further appointment was made which took me past that date of eligibility. in the interim, an interview was arranged for New Deal, which is for people who have been unemployed for a certain length of time and the condensed version of this seems to be "here are some jobs, if you don't take them we'll cut off your benefit" but that's paraphrasing a bit.
Went for the interview, very nice lady talked me through New Deal, helpful, pleasant, new appointment made and joy of joys, on my signing day. A first.
Six days later, I attended for my Restart appointment. The security guard couldn't find me on his clipboard but, because I had my card with me, he let me up. Got to reception and lo and behold, no appointment! After a period of tooth gritting and requesting to see somebody, since I was there, I eventually saw some one, not my advisor, who knew what had been said at our previous meeting, but some one who had never seen me before. It conspires that New Deal takes precedence over everything else and once I had started on that particular beast it automatically cancels all other appointments at the Jobcentre. But doesn't tell anybody. Neither Restart or I were informed. Not happy. On a happier note my new advisor had a list of about thirty jobs, of which twenty six were for the 16 to 24 age group, three were suspended, which left two part time filing jobs, which I didn't quite feel qualified for.