Im the first one to say we all have or had a job to do, so lets just do it and let the day slip on bye and get back to my normal fun filled PTSD ways.
As most days start off in my house hold, Jods does her normal check list before departing for work, have you taken your Meds, opps no, she tells me of my days events that are written up on the white board which for some unknown reason i can pass a hundred times a day and stop and read but do you think it will sink in "No" ive even tried reading it with cotton wool stuck in one ear to stop it going all the way through, but that old trick just dont work anymore. I think it was the about time when the wind was blowing and Dad said those words about my face changing ? that all the little things that were said to me, that had me shit scared started to fall off the wagon. I think thats why i find it very hard to take advice from someone that ive only met for 15mins, like my work rehab person, for leagle reason and not wanting to name drop i shall just refer to her as "Wanker".
So my meeting has started, "Wanker" has my Vocational Assessment in front of us and we start to go page by page looking at such a fine job i had done.
Of the Seven tests i had sat for before i had scored ( Below Average ) in all Seven, well i was happy, it was probally the first time i had scored 7 out of 7 in my life. Why was i the only one happy with this outcome ?.
Old habbits die hard, so as i lite up a smoke and near put "Wanker" in Hospital for a day, i put out my smoke waited till the blue had gone from her face and she returned to a nice shade of pink before i asked her if she was a non smoker, so we are off to a pretty good start i reckon.:thumbs-up
Now its time to look at what jobs they think im suitable for, ok PTSD,Anger issues,OCD with washing my hands, we all know shit.
First job "Wanker" reckons i could try is a Barman, Fuc--n beauty i hate crowds, cant stand noisy places and i get pissed off with twits at the drop of a hat, all of which these people know about from reading my Medical reports that were suposed to match up with this so called V/Assessment. I could just well imagen my first night on the job with a joint full of drunken half wits just old enough to be let in the place, first one to look at me would have to spend the next day at the Dentist getting his braces fixed.
The second job they thought would be more suitable for a man of my means was a Greenkeeper, well i could give Bill Murry a run for his money in Caddy Shack if they want me to F/up all the greens. Great thats a job with prospects i said, what do i need for that one, Ah says "Wanker" you need to go and study and do a course for a few years, a few years, yes three years. TWIT
And down to the third job God bless them a bloody meter reader, yes a meter reader not just your average meter reader but a tri skilled one that can read, Wait for it Gas and Water meters not forgetting the power.
All of these jobs we spoke at long lenght, on advise from my Psychiatrist i was to just be polite not put my hand up for anything and do what they wanted. For at the end of the day it was he who signs my meds certificate and states what and when i shall return to work.
It was a beautiful way to spend the afternoon, thinking about one future,
im not sure what the out come will be, but like i said before "Wanker" had a job to do.
Next time you see a meter reader coming down the road be nice for it just might be Nugget.
As most days start off in my house hold, Jods does her normal check list before departing for work, have you taken your Meds, opps no, she tells me of my days events that are written up on the white board which for some unknown reason i can pass a hundred times a day and stop and read but do you think it will sink in "No" ive even tried reading it with cotton wool stuck in one ear to stop it going all the way through, but that old trick just dont work anymore. I think it was the about time when the wind was blowing and Dad said those words about my face changing ? that all the little things that were said to me, that had me shit scared started to fall off the wagon. I think thats why i find it very hard to take advice from someone that ive only met for 15mins, like my work rehab person, for leagle reason and not wanting to name drop i shall just refer to her as "Wanker".
So my meeting has started, "Wanker" has my Vocational Assessment in front of us and we start to go page by page looking at such a fine job i had done.
Of the Seven tests i had sat for before i had scored ( Below Average ) in all Seven, well i was happy, it was probally the first time i had scored 7 out of 7 in my life. Why was i the only one happy with this outcome ?.
Old habbits die hard, so as i lite up a smoke and near put "Wanker" in Hospital for a day, i put out my smoke waited till the blue had gone from her face and she returned to a nice shade of pink before i asked her if she was a non smoker, so we are off to a pretty good start i reckon.:thumbs-up
Now its time to look at what jobs they think im suitable for, ok PTSD,Anger issues,OCD with washing my hands, we all know shit.
First job "Wanker" reckons i could try is a Barman, Fuc--n beauty i hate crowds, cant stand noisy places and i get pissed off with twits at the drop of a hat, all of which these people know about from reading my Medical reports that were suposed to match up with this so called V/Assessment. I could just well imagen my first night on the job with a joint full of drunken half wits just old enough to be let in the place, first one to look at me would have to spend the next day at the Dentist getting his braces fixed.
The second job they thought would be more suitable for a man of my means was a Greenkeeper, well i could give Bill Murry a run for his money in Caddy Shack if they want me to F/up all the greens. Great thats a job with prospects i said, what do i need for that one, Ah says "Wanker" you need to go and study and do a course for a few years, a few years, yes three years. TWIT
And down to the third job God bless them a bloody meter reader, yes a meter reader not just your average meter reader but a tri skilled one that can read, Wait for it Gas and Water meters not forgetting the power.
All of these jobs we spoke at long lenght, on advise from my Psychiatrist i was to just be polite not put my hand up for anything and do what they wanted. For at the end of the day it was he who signs my meds certificate and states what and when i shall return to work.
It was a beautiful way to spend the afternoon, thinking about one future,
im not sure what the out come will be, but like i said before "Wanker" had a job to do.
Next time you see a meter reader coming down the road be nice for it just might be Nugget.
