I’m being forced to retire from a job I have held for over 18 years. Apparently, I’m aging out. I knew this day would come; everyone retires at this point. Still, I’m not quite ready to leave. I love my job.
I won’t be let go one hundred percent. I’ll be taking on more of an advisory position. Hopefully, I will be placed on some sort of Board of Directors with a title, like Launch Director. I’m sure I’ll still be asked for some advice now and again, but not the day-to-day.
It’s not like my schedule is that full now. Over the years, it’s turned into more of a part-time position. I knew something was up when I wasn’t asked to help get school supplies. They’ve been parking me closer to the exit door for some time.
What I loved about the job was that it was constantly changing and challenging. Most of the time, I was flying by the seat of my pants and very relieved when it all worked out. If I can be honest for a moment, the job was overwhelming at times. There were a lot of late nights and weekends, and as much as I liked my bosses, they could be challenging at times.
They were relentless, not always appreciative of my hard efforts, very demanding and they wanted it their way, and right away. They felt they were always right, no matter what I said. Sometimes I felt the ridicule I received was unwarranted, but I had no other choice than to stay. I needed and liked the benefits. I wonder if they will even be in touch with me after a few years – five Christmas cards at max and then just an occasional call. Yep, the Cat’s in the Cradle, all right.
I’m proud of what I accomplished. Frankly, things turned out better than I expected.
I feel I’ve done a great job and carried out all my responsibilities. In the end, producing excellent products.
When I Googled what to do if forced into retirement, Negotiate an exit plan was the first thing to come up. Now that a room is opening, I could use a gift wrapping space.
I’m watching some of my peers going through it now – some with ease and grace.
They’re traveling, doing projects around the house, learning a new language or starting a vegetable garden. While others are holding on to their jobs like a piece of driftwood out at sea after a boating accident.
I must face the facts. It was inevitable. I knew that when I started. I will miss the routine and the hustle and bustle. I hope they throw me a retirement party and maybe throw in a gold watch.
For now, I have 365 days left, and I’m going to make the best of each day before I take on my new role – Empty Nester.
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