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7/21/14

When I think back on my life I have come to the realization I cannot account for my survival in a working environment.  I have always had a problem with attention and memory.  As a teen mixing cement I would easily lose track of how many buckets of sand, cement, or water I have put in the barrel.  Painting ceilings in a flop house - the manager tells me I seem to take an unusual amount of time doing the job.  Working in a motel as a night auditor. when I left management showed me several reports that had errors.    Towards the end of my job with Millar Elevator my boss told me in an interview that he has caught me more than once staring and not producing.  Working in a mental health clinic near the end of my employment internal auditing found a plethora of errors in my billings.   

I've come to the realization that on many of my jobs I would finish on time but had to work under pressure to do so.  Had I not been daydreaming I could have gotten my work done on time without having last minute pressures.