The morning was magical, snow covered the streets and it was stills falling down heavily. I traversed to the designated meet up point my case worker outlined in the letter sent. It took 20-30 minutes, some kind of manufacturing site, I suspected this meant unpaid work.
The unit was locked, no one in sight so I called the probation office and they advised me that it’s unit 20 I should report to, not unit 2. Short walk, hit the intercom and I’m slightly dryer and warmer. The woman on reception offers comfort by suggesting I make a brew and asks about my journey. The other individuals waiting for then appointments (3 of them) were clearly subhumans who I have no reservation about claiming superiority over. All white too, interesting since this is a 20% paki town and I’m inclined to believe pakis are more crime prone than whites. Though it’s possible that pakis commit the type of crimes that warrant jail sentences.
I was called in a little early. My case worker looked as I’d expect, older male, slightly overweight, not to different to my counsellor. However, his demeanour starkly contrasted, a take no crap kinda guy. He asked quite a few questikjns in order to understand me and my needs. Also my alleged crimes. He complimented me on having self awareness and admitting to being an attention seeker. Where we got stuck was where he could help me. I’m definitely not doing any unpaid work, that’s set in stone so I could just meet up with him every week but he says he has tonnes of options available but needs my assistance to choose the correct one. There are a couple of courses and possibly counselling.
Talked about my family again, stopped even trying to make eye contact, chatted about my social anxiety too. He suggested I apologise to my family in an attempt to repair our relationship. I agreed that it was a good idea and then asked to leave since I need to get to work. Some fun exchanges about prison, he told me I wouldn’t like it and to stop romanticising it, people get raped in the middle of the night and it’s no fun for a young drugs free boy – I replied I’m 26.
I liked how familiar he was with me. He said “you haven’t shut up since you got here” when I said I had difficulty talking to people.
Work was nothing, I ate 4 triple chocolate chip biscuits for lunch and I got to speak to a new person when they asked me for help. Once all the people on the early shift left, I interacted a bit with the remainers. Weak stuff but I discovered one of them also works in a bar, good interaction there.I failed to jumpo in on a UFC discussion.
Got a reminder that there’s a work group chat that I’m not a part of. Seems to include pretty much everyone.
Glad to have 3 days off now. Need to recharge. I’ll probably play Final Fantasy 12 and watch some football, basketball and UFC.
My family initially took the apology well but then turned when I wouldn’t address the matter of my mums deteriorated relationship with my sister. Nothing has improved. I’ve asked my mum to forget about me and just appease them for the greater good.