A brief part of the autobiography reveals the following. From 1996-1999 I attended Essex University and after that I lived in London for six months. In a move that would startle and surprise some (like my Mum and Dad) whilst having everything seemingly go my way, I packed up everything and moved to the middle of nowhere (comparatively) that is known as Stoke-on-Trent in 2000.
I had known the world of work since I was 16 and worked at Woolworths as a customer services assistant. During the summer holidays whilst studying at university I had also worked in an office environment. Yet when I went to Stoke-on-Trent I wasn’t moving to a job and remained unemployed until February 2001. The faith story about that year will be told at another time.
This entry is about what happened to me when I eventually got that job in February 2001. I used my office experience to gain an administrative job in a fairly progressive environment and the signs indicated that as long as I maintained a good work ethic I could possibly develop here and stay for a considerable time. Sadly I let myself down badly by being too easily distracted and allowing a level of complacency to affect my performance in the work place so that a job that was mine for the taking … was taken away. I lasted just over six months in the post before a review highlighted that it was perhaps best for me to move on.
That process was made incredibly amicable
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