Alright folks, serious thread time.
I had something I have not had in a long time, and that being
A nightmare, one that brought up some very old memories.
You see, I always like to pretend that I'm fine. And I guess I am, on most levels. I'm not doing bad, I have a part time job that I kind of enjoy, and I have my own flat/apartment.
But over a decade ago, when I was 16, I got my first job. Working in an office. I thought I knew what I was doing.
Said job only lasted two weeks before I was fired. I kept getting the work wrong. I kept forgetting what to do. And so in the end I was taken into the office and I was let go.
And this at the time brought back school memories. I was 17 at the time, having left school at 16.
Why? I did not really get on well. English and maths. Boy did I hate those. Why? I just couldn't work them out. If I got homework say on maths I would try. I would try hard. But I would look at that piece of paper and it was like an alien language.