Breaking Hearts

I’m sitting in the kitchen of my grandads house. This is where I started my career. I worked remotely for six months from his place during Covid. I had an immense passion for electricity and that was the only thing that got me through my first job. You see I was never expecting the challenges I encountered in the workplace. At uni I struggled but I managed to make it work for me and did really well. I got a distinction on my last degree. School and uni were hard but I had coping strategies. 

Work was new and I had no coping strategies. Through six months of hell and two probation extensions (sound familiar?) I walked with the pylons. 

I’m serious. I’m not kidding. I poured everything into that job. I bought fancy notebooks with my pay checks and I studied into them. 

I even worked on my holidays. Again, sounds familiar? I have to ask myself why I have to do this in every new job at first. It just takes me longer to get the gist of things.

Longer to get the hang of things. Longer to get familiar. Companies won’t give me time to gently brush up during working hours. So I have to work outside of hours as well. I did eventually pass that probation at Bulb. And I soared

And I have no doubt that I will soar again