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How’re you?

I wish that when someone asks me this question, they’re sincerely wanting to know and not waiting for me to politely ask about them and they can start babbling about themselves.

Because I’m not. Everyday, I tell myself I’d live each day to the fullest. But I’m struggling each day. However, I know that not everyone would be willing to listen to me talking about my problems so I’d refrain myself from talking too much (or not at all) about it.

I’m grateful that I’m still able to go through day to day. I hope that people out there who has the same condition as me has good people around whom they can talk to.

Entry 2: July 25th

July 25th, 2018. It’s another boring day. My aunt, sister, and myself went to go see a musical that bored me. I mean, it was good but it had a lot of slow emotional songs and I’m more of a estatic, jazzy type of person. My older sister was supposed to come today but she messed up the flights and she is coming tomorrow. I think my other aunt is also coming tomorrow which will be a surprise to the surprise (the arrival of my older sister[she trusted me with the secret]) I feel like this will be seen when I die or when I become famous (probably won’t happen, not even 15 minutes) but I hope yall enjoy. By the date you can estimate my age. Anyways, I can’t seem to think positively about myself. No matter how many times I try to convince myself that I am normal and that weight gain is normally during adolescent years, I just can’t. My mind will automatically go to the “Why does anyone even like you?” “How could anyone love you?”. My brain just loves to degrade me. It sucks but it’s bareable. I’ve been like for a while so I’m just used to it. One thing I’m not used to is random burst of tears. Whatever though. ++ recently I’ve been very clumsy and shakey for some reason. Im already clumsy but the past week I’ve been extra clumsy. No one is going to read these for a while but it’s fine. I just need to express.

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It is finished…

Not a bad start today, the first part of the morning taken up by a job fixing an aluminium piece on a rail. I know not an exiting job but it was a change from what I have been struggling with in the last two and a half weeks. I change places in my job every so often to keep up with the changes in the business as well as being able to learn different processes and their reasons. 

Anyway the job I have been stuck on for so long since I have arrived at this new location is to release pressure from any crashes that we have on an overhead conveyor system. The guys I am working with thought of this brain child and have followed through with its design, construction and fitting. I can happily say that I have helped with the construction and fitting, but the process has taken far too long due to the very annoying optic sensors that are used to detect the crashes. 

I don’t want to sound like a nag but the process could have been hurried a little regarding the time taken by chatting about the job and what it could do instead of finishing it. Its only due to spending the last two weeks looking up at this conveyer and praying that we can get on and finish, there are plenty of jobs (electrical) that we could be getting on with. Well the good news is that today it has finally been finished and paraded to the manager and staff. Phew….

I need to have more hands on experience with electrical processes so unbeknown to them I can soak up as much knowledge as possible.   

A thought that had entered my mind today was how most days I can be on with a job or talking to someone but have endless missions and future plans going on inside my head, normally I would gather that I must not be listening but after coming round from the daydream I realised id heard everything and understood it. I would put this down to having an overactive imagination. 

Before I go I have noticed that some of this site is not what it seems and only a number of people have a real life blog. I am hoping my opinion starts to change and find more people just chatting about life. Best go enjoy some pasta and sauce, take care.

M

Same time, everyday….

It is 06:30 and I find myself sat in the car park at work drinking coffee, out of an inadequate coffee flask that has yet to be replaced. It is often this time of the morning I start to question the choices I have made in life to get me here, dont get me wrong I am glad that I have got this far but I cannot be the only one to ask myself how and why.

This morning was different than most, I woke up knowing I had written the first piece of this blog and something made me feel uneasy. I have been keeping this information of leaving this country for so long with only select people knowing. Now the environment i work in is something i wanted to discuss this morning, something i feel strongly about since first starting in this specific area of work.

Being an older apprentice can sometimes get me down but i remind myself constantly of the rewards in the long run.

The engineering sector is well known to still contain for the next 8-10 years the remaining men that once worked in our steel and mining sector, in my local area they tend to be spending these last few years working in maintenance roles. Now dont get me wrong, the information and skills these guys have is something that cannot be taught anymore and will cease to be once they retire. I appreciate this.

The downsides of this however is sometimes having to join in with the fake masculine bullshit that occurs in this “environment”. That is all i will say in this matter for now, but il be clear to point out something, it is very hard to be yourself in a room full of fake people with fake personalities.

M