Fred seemed settled on the fact that it was just the fact that the woman who let me go or a manager close to her really disliked my mother. But I wasn't ready either. I wasn't sacked, I just didn't pass my trial period . They Knew I had been hospital too of course.
I was experiencing full scale anhedonia. If I made a mistake it didn't register as much as it should. All the little c^ck ups added up. I wasn't the me I used to be. But nobody noticed my smile and joie de vivre had gone. Or no one said
When I saw my pals before going back to work I was dancing like Mika. It was good old me.