Obviously my bi-polar was behind me having such terrible luck with jobs. Fred must have realised how much I had improved and said I would get a break at some point. He maybe just said this because it is what
I wanted to hear.
The first medication they put me on worked to some extent so for three years I persevered.
When i wad let go from jimmy, I did show up at Fred s work teary eyed. I spoke to the Sunday guy and one lady who sung all the time was nice. The rest I couldn't connect with.
But the medication didn't target my low moods enough and I went back to work FAR too soon. I should have taken a year out. It doesn't matter now.
An old classmate bombarding me with questions about where wad in working, what was I doing, who do I work for. Didn't really help. But she was just interested, she didn't know I had been ill. No worries