So this is my first week of freedom no more work.
Monday woke up feeling a little sad but thought I'm going to take it easy so realistically I did very little .
Tuesday was spent very much the same as monday except I had to look for my birth cert and a bill in my name and passport. Took a while but managed that and thought this is'nt too bad I can get used to this.
Wednesday was a different story got up and went into town to go to the social welfare office , got in there and took a ticket I was no 33 I looked up at the counters , only two in use a number of staff laughing behind in the back and it was only at number 3 my heart sank . So i found a space to sit down and wait ,after about an hour there was this awful banging and shouting , the man beside me said someone must be locked in somewhere but no , the next thing in walked two policemen there was a drunk in one of the cubicles and he would'nt leave so he was manhandled out.
I was there for two and a half hours and hav'nt enough credit's to get any money as I only worked part time so now i just go in to sign so i can get my pension. As I sat there I thought about the other's with me mostly men some having great crack , like it's a meeting place there was laughter, conversation in many different languages and I thought so many of us all different in the same boat.