Hah.

Those of you who have been following my journal (or, for some of you, e-mails) and have really good memories may recall that my first caseworker at social services apparently did nothing on my case during the month she was supposed to be doing things, then I was reassigned to a second caseworker without being told (and she did nothing, as far as I can tell, before she went on leave), and then was assigned to a third caseworker, who I not only did not know about (until about the umpteenth time I'd tried getting hold of Caseworker Number Two), but who wasn't doing anything at all on any file she had on her desk until somebody called her up and asked about said file. Since I hadn't been able to get hold of Caseworker Number Three after my first phone conversation with her and never have spoken to Caseworker Number Two, I've been going back and forth over the phone with Caseworker Number One, who has been much more helpful this time around but has repeatedly pointed out that she isn't the one responsible for my case.

Guess what I just got in the mail from county social services? A notice stating that my case has been transferred to a new case manager--Caseworker Number One.

Well, at least it wasn't a notice stating that I'd been turned down for failing to meet the deadline last week. Heh--just realized that the date my case was transferred was the date of the last deadline I missed.

Now let's see if I can find a way to get my head to stop spinning long enough for me to figure out how to deal with all this mess.

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Told a friend earlier that I feel like I'm caught in a trap and don't know which body part to gnaw off in order to get out. Now I'm afraid there are multiple traps, and they've got both my head and my heart.

I know there are mindless and heartless people out there who would say their lives are better than mine is. Superficially they may be quite right to say so, but I still don't want to be one of them.