How I Came To Be Doing What I’m Doing. Part 1

I was a week shy of my 17th birthday when I quit my job.

I had told the apprentice, whom I was good friends with, that I was thinking of quitting. He pleaded with me not to, didn’t know how he could cope with the head chef if I left (and wasn’t there to take the brunt of H.C.’s anger).

Somehow the H.C. screaming at me for not doing enough work one Saturday morning when I was busy covering for the still-high-from-too-much-ecstasy-on-Friday-night apprentice, coupled with him sleeping with a random girl upstairs while we worked, was the straw that broke the camels back.

I gave my notice to him, said I could work the week out and Bam! I was gone. He had another girl (willing to give him hand jobs) in doing my job (which never in any way included sexual favours) within 3 days.

I told the owner I was leaving due to health reasons, which was true. I was so sick of all the stress that I was under when the H.C. couldn’t cook to save his life. He actually spent most of his time, trolling up and down the strip checking to see what the other businesses were doing, wondering why we were losing customers (because your food SUCKED you Jackass).

I took a month off to regroup and regain some health. At the end of my month off, I caught a bad cold that turned into broncho-pnuemonia. After a day in hospital, I was given antibiotics and sent home. I decided to take some more time off looking for a job. After Xmas I thought, I will look for a job then.

I took advantage of my time at home to do regular stuff, throw Nat to the ground regularly (something we hadn’t had time for when I was working), catch up on my reading etc etc. I also stopped taking my pill and went and got fitted for a diaphragm.

Just a side note: Diaphragms only work if you remember to put them in.

My period was due on the 14th December and the day came and went with no bleeding. I wasn’t too worried because I didn’t think I would be regular without the pill. I threw up for the first time on the 23rd December and on Xmas eve, I sent Nathan to the supermarket to buy a pregnancy test.

It was positive. Darkly positive. Scarily positive.

In the back of my mind, I had thought about getting pregnant. If I hadn’t of wanted to get pregnant, I would have been more careful with my birth control.

Xmas eve and I was pregnant. I was 17.

Stay tuned for part 2 tomorrow…