Just back from Trial By ATOS. Couldn't give a Toss morelikes, and that goes for them and me. But get this... In Tollpuddle Saturday evening, Text message on phone, "Reminder ATOS appointment is on Tuesday in Salisbury."
First I'd heard of it, and I live in Bournemouth, about an hour away in car. And I just found out, the same outfit that done "Assessment," have an office in Poole, round the corner from me.
Got to office, kid of about 25, typical Physion type, right down to trackie, told me he was a "Disability Accessor" with a "Deep understanding of all things medical." Didn't know his arse from his elbow, talked down to me like I was 2, constantly going over and over the same thing, and talking to me like I was shite.
I kid you not, and I can prove this, I was as nice as pie. I even called him Sir, the whole time I was there. Hold on, I haven't lost my marbles... He carried on talking to me like dirt, but kept telling me, "To stop being so Beligerant," and even threatened to call the Police and "Have me arrested." I honestly didn't say a peep to him except, "But why Sir. I'm being very calm and polite."
All over the office there was notices, all that acting up won't be tolerated and the police will be called malarkey. My missus was in the waiting room outside, left to check the car, came back and thought the police had been called. It was him, snarling at me and talking to me like shite.
I popped out for water. She said, "I thought the police had you." The kid started going on about not being the police and threatened to call them again. I appologised, and called him Sir. His face lit up when I gave him an answer that wasn't the same as what I'd said on the forms. So, I knew that was that. But he carried on through it talking to me like shite, but with a big smirk on his face.
It went on like that until the end. When he shit himself and started saying "If" I didn't get the benefit it was down to the DWP and not him. Lying bastard. He's probably been filled in a few times. But I haven't turned arse kisser overnight. They can shove their PIP right up themselves. I didn't give a toss whether I got it or not. But little did he know, I had a digital voice recorder in a bag, and I got every word including him saying an awful lot of shite that he shouldn't have.
Fuck him and them. There was a lady of about 60 sat outside with my Missus. She'd recently had a stroke. But she hadn't had a penny piece in 7 weeks.
This is what these bastards are doing to people. I know me recording and showing won't change nothing. But it gives me something to do, if fuck all else.