Who ever came up with the idea that one must give two weeks notice before leaving employment? I have finally, after thinking it over for two or three years, decided to quit my part time job. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, and it WOULDN’T be that big of a deal, if I could have just left the day I told my boss.
Dealing with that “roller coaster” feeling in the pit of my stomach these last two weeks has been nothing short of constant torture. I have had to come to terms that I will no longer have a drop of importance to the business world. I will have no more office keys, no one will come to me for advice and assistance on how to get the job done, and I must turn in my office credit card (which I never even had a chance to use). I will no longer have the self-esteem boost that a job well done affords. I am worried about becoming stupid as I age and have no legal business matters to keep me sharp. If I could have just walked out the door, I never would have had time to reflect on these issues!
My biggest worry and the worry that has kept me working over the last three years in that I must find new health insurance for Wilbur and me.
I will no longer know the inside skinny of the legal cases our office has been working on. Of course, if I actually had enough work to keep me occupied, I might not be leaving. This has been a problem over the last few years. I spent almost all of one year cleaning out boxes of files stored since the 70’s and 80’s because there was not much else to do. Although interesting at times, I can only do that so long and keep my sanity.
So now, everyone is approaching me with good wishes and good byes on my “retirement.” It’s all I can do to maintain my gravity. “Yes,” I would like to say, “I am now going home where I intend to live on the $50 a month retirement that I have earned by working part time over the last ten years.” Like a true "retiree" I will hike seven or eight miles every week. I will try to get Wilbur's office under control. I might actually have time to keep up my yard in the summer. And there is always the possibility that I will keep up my garden too. When my children and grandchilden come to visit, I won't have to take vacation and return to work exhausted. I hope I can get through the next two days of my notice. I will be alright then.
Dealing with that “roller coaster” feeling in the pit of my stomach these last two weeks has been nothing short of constant torture. I have had to come to terms that I will no longer have a drop of importance to the business world. I will have no more office keys, no one will come to me for advice and assistance on how to get the job done, and I must turn in my office credit card (which I never even had a chance to use). I will no longer have the self-esteem boost that a job well done affords. I am worried about becoming stupid as I age and have no legal business matters to keep me sharp. If I could have just walked out the door, I never would have had time to reflect on these issues!
My biggest worry and the worry that has kept me working over the last three years in that I must find new health insurance for Wilbur and me.
I will no longer know the inside skinny of the legal cases our office has been working on. Of course, if I actually had enough work to keep me occupied, I might not be leaving. This has been a problem over the last few years. I spent almost all of one year cleaning out boxes of files stored since the 70’s and 80’s because there was not much else to do. Although interesting at times, I can only do that so long and keep my sanity.
So now, everyone is approaching me with good wishes and good byes on my “retirement.” It’s all I can do to maintain my gravity. “Yes,” I would like to say, “I am now going home where I intend to live on the $50 a month retirement that I have earned by working part time over the last ten years.” Like a true "retiree" I will hike seven or eight miles every week. I will try to get Wilbur's office under control. I might actually have time to keep up my yard in the summer. And there is always the possibility that I will keep up my garden too. When my children and grandchilden come to visit, I won't have to take vacation and return to work exhausted. I hope I can get through the next two days of my notice. I will be alright then.
3 comments:
And you can blog!
If you're worried about keeping your mind sharp, you could just subscribe to the Wall Street Journal or something. You've never had trouble keeping yourself entertained. And if you perchance get bored, you can come and visit ME! We have a king sized bed just waiting for you.
I love you Mom, and I'm sure the next chapter of your life will be the best.
I'll be sure to come join you on some of the 7 to 8 miles that you plan on hiking every week!
Mom, I don't think you have to worry about keeping your mind sharp. Remember when we were in elementary school and you took an Algebra course just because. You are a pretty sharp lady and will always have things to keep you that way. I love you!
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