….. Something I’m finding hard to do lately. Y’see to me, my job has always been an important thing. I’ve been on the tools since I was able to. As I’ve said before, me and school we’re not good friends and the end of that was a relief.
” At last ” I thought to myself. I’ll get me a job and I’ll feel better.
This did work for a number of years. I trained as an HGV mechanic as I’ve always tinkered with cars, even when I was a kid. This was a good if not rather unforgiving job, but I was in for the long haul. That is till I threw my back out big time lifting a bloody big prop shaft one day!
So I couldn’t realistically carry on while I was going through tests/rehab etc.
MY next job, and still my favourite to this day was working dad. He was a highly skilled mechanical and electrical engineer, and together we worked on big old oil fired boilers you walk around inside, electrical work, plumbing, all that good stuff. That ended abruptly as our big contract looking after the whole of the Police training center went pop.
Back to bloody square one again. This time with a sodding house to pay for too!
Then, I fell into the world of refrigeration, and I’ve been in it ever since. Personally it’s not the trade it once was but that’s a very long convoluted story.
My work has always been central to my identity. It was to answer to all of my questions and my comfort from all of my fears. I’ve paid the price both physically and mentally as I’ve always worked in physically demanding jobs putting my size to good use. Masking my fears and anxiety behind a belligerent wall. People stay away from a 6′ 20 stone bearded angry man. He became my safety mechanism in a very confusing world. He didn’t want to deal with people, so he made sure they stayed away.
He spent most of his (my) life keeping it that way too until something changed one day, and that page was finally starting to turn.