Eighteen or nineteen years ago, I wouldn't have thought I would have a column in the newspaper. I would not have dreamed that I would be a part-owner in an accounting practice.
Eighteen or nineteen years ago, I couldn't really see past each week that I received the unemployment benefit. I had dropped out of tech because I had run out of the money I had saved for my study.
Many businesses I applied to for a job just told me to go back and finish my qualifications. But I needed a job to pay my rent. Looking for a job was hard. I wasn't being picky.
With job prospects grim, I struggled to cope with the rejection. I began to cycle into the routine of "waiting for bene day".
On bene day I paid my board to a friend who took me in as a favour, then I would spend the rest on booze - it was the fun I felt I deserved.