After I spent a month in rehabilitation I came back home. My dad put up the dart board in the lobby for me . My mum bought me a portable cd player. I started jogging. My confidence however was still shaky. It would do so for a nearly a decade.
I started applying for jobs and a course at my community college aided me to build my CV. But I came accross one conundrum. References. I didn't want to put my old boss in the position of having to lie about my stint in rehab for my professional referee. For my personal referee I considered my martial arts coach but my boyfriend said that probably was not a good idea as he wouldn't trust him to babysit his dog.
After careful deliberation I agreed . I envisioned an employer contacting him and he would not have been able to resist divulging the 411 on me. He would say that he was man of principles and could not lie and would say that I had been In trouble and had to spend time in a mental health facility.
Even though he gave a cleaning job to a guy who had self harmed when his girlfriend left him and fell on hard times. And even though a guy that visited him who looked up to him claimed that the very people who treated me had used experimental drugs on him. I highly doubt this. As a matter of fact I know that was his pride talking and it was a white lie. I told someone I was in hospital for pneumonia. But for some reason he had a bee in his bonnet about me. My old coach that is.
When I got my job at supermarket to fund my training, he made fun of me when I was "till trained". The till operators actually earned more than the shelf stackers because they handled money. The workers on the shop floor had a more physically demanding role and dealt with customer all the time. But isn't this always the case. The people who do the real hard graft are often bottom of the rung.