Grrrrrrr.
I'm on a mandatory course which the jobcentre sent me on. I usually do Tuesdays and Wednesdays. A few weeks ago we were asked by one of the tutors if we could do Wednesdays and Thursdays because they were struggling to get funding and may have to close on Mondays and Tuesdays. No problem we all say, Ok, he says, next week come in Wednesday and Thursday.
So the following week on the Tuesday I get an irate phone call from the receptionist at the college demanding to know where I am. So I tell her we've all been told to come in Wednesday and Thursday. No one told her she says. So anyway I go in on the Wednesday and Thursday and speak to the tutor. He says we're now to come in Tuesday and Wednesday like we did at first. 
Following so far? (Because I'm fucking confused now). So this week I turn up on Tuesday only to find the place fucking closed! No one has bothered to let me know (or the other people standing outside either). So I went in yesterday and it was open, apparently we should have had a phone call to let us know. 
Now whilst all this swapping and changing is going on, I'm having to cancel and rearrange appointments for my dd1 so I can still go on the course. DD1 is autistic and has dyslexia, I'm about to start the ball rolling to get her a statement. I've already rearranged twice. I now have an appointment for her tomorrow, she also has a paediatrician appointment this morning which I have also rearranged once because of the swapping around of days.
So yesterday I told the tutor that I wouldn't be able to come in today or tomorrow because of these appointments that I had already rearranged because of them swapping around my days. He said that was no problem. This morning I got another irate phone call from the receptionist demanding to know where I was because I was supposed to be in. FFS. Now I've also got my advisor from the jobcentre on my back because they've fucked me about so much she thinks I've just not turned up.
Now I know there are people who will just not turn up on this course for no reason. But I'm not one of them. I try to be as flexible as possible, I am always early, never leave until we're told we can go. Never just not turn up, I'm polite and friendly and keep my head down. I didn't even have a moan when they didn't bother telling anyone they would be closed. So why am I being giving loads of shit because I actually have a life with things I need to do. Why is their time so much more important than mine just because they happen to be fucking luckier than me and they have a job? I can't keep messing around with doctors appointments and getting this statement because their oh so much more important than me! 
Am going through so much fucking shit atm, my DSD is being forced to move out tonight, we don't want to her go, she doesn't want too. The circumstances are fucking shit, we're going to have to move house. There's going to be fucking psychopath knocking about around the corner. I've just come to terms with dd1 being autistic and then I find out she's dyslexic. I've got no fucking money, can barely afford to feed myself and DH after the kids are fed, yet these bastards some how think they're better than me. My self esteem is at rock bottom, job rejection after fucking job rejection. I feel like going asleep and not waking up for a good few years. 