Warehouse woes….

2010 again. I found myself a job in a warehouse, helping to prepare shopping orders to go out to the general public. It was a job that I actually quite enjoyed for a while, the staff were very friendly and I was able to concentrate on something pleasant for a change.

Then, as so often happens, it all started to go wrong. My car had stopped working altogether one night, leaving me without a decent mode of transport. So I had to get three trains and a taxi cab to the warehouse from my home, costing me a fair amount of money each time.

Also, I was in deep debt, left over from the failed marriage. Money was coming in, but with the debts totalling up to a £1,000, I couldn’t pay off the debts and keep myself going properly. I was disappearing down a black hole once again.

One night, I was busying myself in the warehouse. A song was being played over the radio, I can’t remember which one, but it brought the emotions to the surface. I carried on, and I don’t know how I didn’t break down in front of everyone. Call it devotion to duty I suppose. But it was a near thing.

In the end, I had to leave the job. I started to go downhill again and I couldn’t give the company the commitment they demanded. Though they were sympathetic, I had no choice but to depart. I felt I was working 40 odd hours a week but with no end product, tangible money in my account. I was living a lie. The debts needed to be paid off. It was a horrible time.

The result? I did pay off the debts, eventually, but I haven’t had a full time job since. I doubt whether I could hold down a steady job now, especially with all the ups and downs of my autism. One day, though, it might all change. But for the moment, full time work is out of the question.

Wasn’t 2010 a great year? Not!

Allen Brooks xx

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Going round and round in circles…

Another vivid dream last night. I used to work as a postman for around 5 years. The dream transported me back into the sorting office I used to work at. I was put on this round and was collecting the work to be sorted.

I was walking round collecting the work, and around and around the office I went. More work was building up and I was struggling to get the work into the frames. Then the lady manager (no name) said that there were loads of packets to collect, so I did that. I was getting more exasperated and frustrated (as I used to do in reality) as the work piled up with no end in sight. The other manager was there, observing and generally being a nuisance. 

Then all of a sudden, my morning alarm went off and the dream ended. What did it tell me? The busy spell last month with loads of stuff going on causing some tiredness and fatigue could be the waking reality. Sometimes the dreams reflect my conscious state of mind. But one thing from the dream was very apparent. Loads of work to do and so little time to do it. That’s why the job was very stressful, towards the end. I’m glad I’m out of it. I don’t miss the early mornings and the long walks with the heavy workload. But one good thing did come out of it, I’m great mates with a chap who worked with me for a while at the old office.

Dreams, aren’t they bizarre at times?

Allen Brooks xx

Some sport followed by Turkish delight…

Hey folks. It’s been a decent Saturday. This morning I went to do some cricket umpiring, indoors, very enjoyable and good fun. In fact I’ve done seven stints of umpiring this winter and enjoyed each one. Whether that’s been the attitude of the players has been so much better or myself just relaxing a bit more, I’m not sure, but it’s been really good. 

Tonight, I went out with a few old workmates for a Turkish meal. Blimey, there was so much of it that I’ve taken a doggy bag home. Gorgeous food, excellent company and plenty of good banter between the five of us. 

Remember the series Man versus Food? Well that was us tonight! 

Great day, one to remember very fondly. 

Ciao

Allen Brooks