I haven't done very well so far in my life. I left school as soon as I could, over two years ago, which in my opinion was a good choice but that cut me off from the friends I had there. It took me about seven months to find a job. It was a lot harder than I expected because at school, I was told if you did well in the exams (I did better than most), finding a job would be easy but this has not been the case. I joined a course which helped me with writing CVs and job interview skills and stuff like that. My first job was at a supermarket. I worked there for only nine months and decided to leave after things became way to stressful for me there, and the disrespectful way I was treated by some of the management staff. I was unemployed for nine months after that and never left the house except for every Wednesday to see a councillor. I stopped visiting him three months ago. Three weeks ago I was offered a job as a labourer by one of my Dad's friends that owns a local construction firm. Things were going quite well but things began to feel a bit awkward. The two people that I have been working with are a lot more capable with their work and I have suspicions that I have not met up to their expectations. I have heard them talk about finding a replacement for me because I am so inexperienced and I get the feeling they aren't even bothering to show me how to do things because when I do ask for things to do, they don't let me do anything and so I just stand and watch. This also feels awkward because they then talk about charging me for being a spectator, which isn't even my fault. I have been busy on Monday and Tuesday with moving concrete blocks. I moved 713 blocks in total and each weigh about 25kg, so my arms feel harder than usual. I don't mind being given a task like that but I don't think I'm helping myself by letting them know I do strange things like count how many blocks I lay out for them. I never speak unless I absolutely have to so I think they are quite eager to get rid of me for someone more interesting. Today I skipped work. I left the house late enough so my Dad could get to work first, and to reduce the likelihood of seeing a work mate driving one of their vans. I rode my motorbike the long way to give myself some extra time and went to the shops to by crap. I then took the even longer way home by going in the completely wrong direction but I managed to get home after my Dad's girlfriend went to work at I don't know what time. It was windy and rainy but riding a motorbike is fun. I have tried to explain to my dad all this and the problem I have at work but I rarely ever speak to him (or anybody else), so I find it difficult to talk about my problems. My boss, being a good friend of my Dad, comes here frequently to work on his motorbike. I think my Dad has asked him to have a word with me tonight about why I skipped work today. I will probably tell him what I told my Dad, hopefully he will understand and I hope I don't cry because at some point I will say or begin to think of how rubbish I am at every thing. If I do, that will be extremely embarrassing. I don't remember why I wrote this. Oh well. Add me on MSN if you like, my only friend is away partying for the next two weeks so it might be nice to have someone sensible to talk to.