Today is the 8th anniversary of the first day's work I did in Scotland. I always remember it because it was ANZAC day, which is a public holiday in New Zealand.
On 25th April 1997, I got one day's work at what was then called the Scottish Society for Autistic Children (I think- I can't find it on the web under that name now). I was late because I got confused about the buses, but I worked late and finished everything they asked of me to make up for it so they were full of praise to the temping agency. I also got to meet lots of autistic adults who popped in and out, looking for various bits of information and support and I think I handled that quite well too. So I was sorted; work started coming in... and eventually I got a library job which set me on the way.
Still haven't finished my novel though. It's so much easier to work in a salaried job.