My Life

I’m off from the day job today and my partner is at work. I was up around 7 as was my partner as she had work. At 9 when she left I started the task of removing the Christmas decorations. There’s been no time, when I come in after too often a 10 or 11 hour shift walking in a nasty area from one user to the next, my brain ain’t working; and when my partner ain’t working she’s visiting her elderly mother who is poorly.

And so to my life. I’m a good bit past 60 and I remember I used to be an addiction counsellor. You see all sorts of life in that job, particularly in they days. I had certain issues at that time, not least I was in position for moving up the ladder which I wasn’t sure I wanted, and I was more and more taking care of my daughter who was only weeks old. The thing is, this young lassie came in for council, traumatised life, anyway she left me and was dragged out the Clyde with a brick in each pocket and one in her bag just for added bad luck.

It was partly that, but mostly the fact that my daughter’s mother had post natal depression and it got to the point I packed my job in to care for my daughter. 9 weeks after doing that, my wife at the time made a miraculous recovery and I was homeless say two years later.

I remember my late Dad saying to me, “You’re a reasonably intelligent wee boy son, but you couldnae pick a women oot your nose”. The unfortunate truth is, he was right. I loved that job, addiction teaches you everything about life.

I love the job I now do, but if only. Having a whisky after storing Christmas away, doing this in the sitting room using my phone. I had better get back to the pc and gain material from the box. Or maybe have another drink. Och aye, let’s do the later.