Then came the third stab.
If I hadn't been given
That chance, from your
Suggestion, I seriously
Doubt I would be here, now.
I would have been
Six feet underground.
I would have given up.
I did not get back
To the main boss on her messages
Where they asked me
To get in touch. It wasn't
Until they declared that
It was good news and,
They had another job
Going if I would like to try.
That I rang back.
It was a life saver.
And I feel terrible
For being mad, when
Your observation was
Actually not far off.
And your work pal,
Sod her stupid
Hungover joke. They
Were looking out
For my best interests
Overall too. She was
More encouraging
Than my own mum
Come to think of it.
And rest bite, said
I was a good quine.
It was like a Chinese
Launderette, not like
East enders, and being
Out back was a
God send when I
First began. Gave me
Time to gather strength.
And to the women
In the previous job,
It's not a problem.
Your not the only
Ones to make the
Same misconception about me.
I was no good on
That one machine.
In the other job though
I aced the machine,
And not everyone could.
But I have to be honest
With myself and cut
Myself some slack. I
Had had a serious
Mental break down.
And in reality I should
Have taken oodles of time out.
But I wasn't allowed
That luxury coming from
I am from. So I did
Well to land on my feet.
We make our own luck sometimes.