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So, I'm at University, I need a job. I get given money by the government and (which makes me lucky) from the folks. I don't deserve any of this given money: I'm not disabled, I can get around town easily enough, and obviously I've got a decent education.
Yet, for some reason, I find it very hard to get a job.
Or, to be less obtuse, I have had one proper job at a shop which I fucked up at because, no matter how hard I tried, things like talking to the other staff and being nice to customers, and actually going in and wanting to work there, just weren't forthcoming. Why not? They were nice enough, one of them was around my age, it's not like they were running unethical practices or anything.
The "captain"- the reasonable part of me- wanted to work and be responsible and all that but the "crew" wouldn't listen. All attempts to talk to people sounded strained, I'd knock things over by accident and get struck by inexplicable bouts of stuttering and indecision. I got fired, and walked home wondering if I was "Actually Autistic", something which I'm often accused of by despairing family members, or just biologically lazy.
Now, I go into places to hand in CVs and, again, similar things are happening. I know, logically, that all I've got to do is be forward and look people in the eye when I ask, but for some reason all it takes is a sneer from some twat with a cool hairstyle (who, logically, I do not give a shit about) to make me think there's no point applying at all, because I'll fuck up again, and so I hand in my CV with a mutter and, lo and behold, they don't ring up, and here am I worrying about a particular encounter when it was months, years ago.
Everywhere I go, I seem to mould the situation into one that's bad for me. If I got to a cool young people's clothes or record shop, I feel like an old fart, yet if I apply to an art gallery or bookshop I feel like a young idiot. If I apply to a supermarket I feel as though I have pretensions of cleverness.
I want to join an agency but I'm stopped by this very visually detailed paranoic premonition of being stuck working at football stadium with people I do not know or like and trying to talk to them about football when I hate it, and serving drinks to people and not knowing what different drinks are, and them not paying me and walking off because I've got glasses- all of which is purely fictional, but somehow has the power to stop me applying to places when, over the summer, I should be blitzing the town with my actually rather good CV.
I can't afford to go out, either with friends or on (LOL) dates, or buy new clothes, and as I'm sure you're aware that's a vicious cycle, and one that constantly astounds me: it literally feels as though, when I need to do something productive, I keep getting posessed by the spirit of Gareth from The Office.
Needless to say this is causing some bother at home, to the extent where last time I saw the folks, a large hole was punched into my door and a plate was smashed, both in the heat of argument. I can really do without this- and I mean that. Logically, and all, I could walk into somewhere tomorrow and get a job, but t'ain't happening.
Does anyone have any idea why this might be? |
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