Last year, when I was 23, I was asked to do some freelance work for a website. It was a really exciting opportunity, and I couldn't wait to take on a new challenge. A few days in, my boss emailed me. Nestled between the chitchat was a question about my age. As in, what is it? Happily, I told her. And that's when everything changed.
Jobs are horrible aren't they? What a waste of a life. Pity people who enjoy their job. They truly must have nothing. Still, while superrich psychopaths run our society you've got to play their sick, soul-destroying game. After all life comes with a monthly subscription charge, so here's how to get the job which will make everyone else think your life is great...
I sailed for a week in Turkey last summer and it was the best holiday of my life. I found the people to be lovely, open and kind. My heart breaks for what I fear will be a difficult point in their political evolution, as they struggle to carve out some very basic freedoms for their people, one of which is certainly a free internet.
There must be many more people who have suffered mental ill health as I have, and yet still work and succeed. I want to take this opportunity to encourage business owners and employees to speak up and share your experiences, as the more of us there are having the conversation, the louder it will be.
I have a confession, I work with my husband and I like it. There, I said it. For most people, the thought of working with their other half sends them running for the hills. Even some of our closest friends are surprised that we manage to spend so much time together without ever tearing our hair out, but we don't. Or at least I don't.