Timing is everything. For a long time I tried working different jobs to make a living. On occasion different options presented themselves but I will forever be a 9-5 worker. Schizophrenia hinders me greatly. Honestly the only thing I know how to do is work hard. I don’t have the vision to become something more. I don’t have the foresight to make it as something better. My talents? I am a okay writer, I also have a unrelenting drive to push forward. The latter being my greatest characteristic.
Retail work has always been my go to. Easy work and it doesn’t seem to change much from company to company. They may change the name from truck to freight, team lead to parts sales manager or commercial driver to delivery expert but the goal is the same. Stock the shelves, tend to the customers and up sell everything.
Having my illness present challenges daily. It starts when I wake up. I open my eyes to a different world from when I went to sleep. My meds and vitamins and all the extras I take throughout the day have worn off. Every morning I’m reminded that everything good about me comes from a pill bottle. I’d be lying if I said I maintained this pessimistic attitude all the time but really when it comes down to it, it’s the truth.
A typical work days consists of me waking up, taking my meds and vitamins. Then rushing around to get ready as I am always sleeping until the last second. Honestly I’ve perfected the 30 minute get ready time for work. Then I head to work coffee in hand. Truth be told I’m still waking up an hour after I get to work. I don’t let it slow me down though and I usually jump right into a task. I rely on what I see and and I jump into tasks usually without being asked. Tasks that fill up my entire day.
Soon enough the day is starting to go by. Lunch time arrives and I spend my 30 minutes rushing home, hurrying to eat, pounding more vitamins and flying back to work. Arriving just in time to clock back in.
I grind until 5 and get done work. A typical night after work consists of me either playing video games, watching Tv with my wife or working on some project I’m currently fixating on. Bed early and it’s back at it again the next day.
I have taken up door dashing, delivering food to supplement my income. I know my area well from growing up here and delivering pizza for almost 3 years. My wife comes along to navigate, normally finding herself waiting on the app’s map whilst I’m already headed to the location. It’s more hours that I’d rather spend relaxing but it’s easy work. No boss, I take what orders I want and I work when I want. It also turns out that if you set rules for yourself, you can make decent money. One of my rules being never go six miles from the cluster of restaurants. Having that allows me to be back quickly for the next order.
It’s a simple life but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. As a young kid I would often say that I would do better in the work setting than at school. Well that’s a typical day in my life with Schizophrenia. Can you relate?