My pa did not like me being rudderless and so one Friday I was informed that he had found me a job and I was starting work the following Monday. No ifs buts or maybes.
Monday morning came and I started work. A job. Not an opportunity that I grasped or the beginning of a career. A job. I paid no attention and just looked forward to the little brown envelope at the end of every week. An opportunity wasted. And I did it all by myself.
In the computer room (back when a computer was the size of a room) of a large factory.
I worked with these....
I am that old.
Not standing up to my Pa is something I regret....I should have moved out and given real thought to whatever it was I wanted to do with my life.
I do not blame him......he was, in his eyes, being helpful in finding me employment.
Yet I do remember feeling that I had relinquished any sense of finding my own way, I had given in to just doing what I was told.
With no fight or argument.
I had let myself down.