I got lucky. I was totally prepared to spend my days as a mail clerk making poverty-level wages as I waited on the New System. I had two hobbies; I liked to draw, and I was obsessed with computers. My mother did not care for either and openly discouraged them as wastes of time and resources. Still, I helped out with the handful of computers and printers at my job, and they were more than happy to have someone do that work while earning a low wage.
But they were expanding their use of computers quickly, and managing the computers started to take more and more of my work time. It just made sense to promote me and begin to pay me like an IT staffer. They increased my pay by 50% over the next 18 months and I had a career. This was right at the time that I was beginning my very slow fade. I've been working in IT for almost 30 years, now.
It's chilling to think how close I came to finding myself working in a mailroom for my whole working life, making a pittance and being easily replaceable. My mother stopped complaining about my career when my wages made it possible for her to enjoy a better life, but she never really expressed gratitude for what it provided for her.