Things are starting to look up, and in general I at least think the situation is getting better. It's sort of a long, complicated story so I'll cliff note it.
- I am very poor and live in sort of a lower class area for the most part. - No jobs around here aside from minimum wage & most friends can't find anything better even with any kind of college degree. Their college degrees don't even help in pretty significant radius and across other states. - By chance found a career path that I'm passionate about & love. - Saved up enough money to go to the required school. - By a huge stroke of luck found a professional near by to take me under his wing for the apprenticeship (the apprenticeship period is required and essential) and mentioned that he was old and would like to hand over the business soon. - Was looking around for a few weeks and couldn't find any other professionals that had room for an/ another apprentice within ~100 miles and this one is 5 miles away. - Things were going gravy for a couple of weeks.
Then
- As part of my learning period, I go out on jobs with regular hired hands (i.e. not professionals) and help them do some labor stuff. Actually a ton of very demanding labor. - Two older middle aged dweebs were acting like your average middle aged dweebs and being bossy etc. etc.. - I listened to them anyway and the rest of the workers think I do a great job. - Apparently the old men kept telling the main person I was working with any and all kinds of complaints. Most of these were VERY minor things they could have just easily told me directly, and most of them were flat out untrue/impossible/taken out context. All contributed to planting a growing bad image of me simply because he kept hearing crap about me.
Then
- I hear that he's getting sick of the complaints and considering letting me go. Losing this opportunity will blow & it might destroy my reputation amongst other professionals. - I have a HUGE nervous breakdown for the first time ever and cry really loud for hours & rush over to my friend's who are shocked to see me that way. - The next day goes a little better and I confront the worker to tell him a lot, about how he can tell me his petty complaints and I won't get mad. No reason to believe anyone would anyway since they were so minor. - I talk to the professional and things likely are better but he gives no indication that I'm off the "hook".
It all blows so much. Everything was going so well and it seems like a lot of nonsense came really close to destroying it. I still feel like I'm walking on eggshells now. The day of the nervous breakdown, my self-esteem was destroyed and I felt so pathetic for weeping & most of all losing out on everything (even though I didn't) so rapidly. I'll really know a lot more about how things are going this weekend but for the last few days I've still felt pretty scared.
My friends sort of help but they don't really understand why I was so devastated and ready to die (never will suicide). That night I really thought my body was just going to shut down on its own.
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