Sean Bean is Sharpe

Nov 14, 2012 18:43

I left my job last month.

I was very proud of working at AIUK. It was a good job with good colleagues. I was pretty good at what I did too. The last few days there were very odd. I don't really remember the very last day, mostly a blur. There were quite a lot of people at the 'he's going' cakes, and I do remember wondering if I was about to cry when my line manager and R., who I had volounteered for for 3 years9 were both talking about me. And there we're leaving drinks after too.

The one thing I really remember when people kept saying 'Oh, you're leaving? That's sad' was that I wanted to grab them and screm 'Yes I am! But you hav NO IDEA how hard it was for me to get here! I deserve more! I deserve a marching band, 21 gun salute and a cake with multiple strippers ready to jump out of it!'

I didn't do that. I just smiled, shrugged and mumbled something.

Getting a job at AIUK was hard, really, really hard. Ignoring the fact that anyone getting a job in the current climate is dificult in the first place, I'm steal dealing with some pretty nasty mental issues. And I had to get to the point of being able to even think of applying, which took ages. I once read that, after two years on incapacity benefit, you're more likely to die then get a job. Go me, breaking out of that curve.

I clearly couldn't have got this far on my own. My support has been amazing, and without it I couldn't have gotten to the point where I could get a job. But it makes me think about all those people who don't have help and support, who are just left to rot. It's a truely depressing thought.

I don't have anythign to say today, I just wanted to sit down and type something.

And to say thanks.
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