My job is done. The latest paying one, anyway. I’m inventing new jobs for myself by the dozen, although not working very hard at any of them so far. I feel as if I have all the time in the world. That’s probably foolish in the long run but at the moment it just feels good. How I imagine it would feel to go through a portal to another dimension where fantasy and reality have traded places. Although maybe slightly less weird.
Yesterday, on my first official day as a retired person, I got all my pre-op tests and reports and preparations done. Lab work, diagnostic imaging, papers, forms, faxes….now I wait for a phone call with a date and time for my day surgery, which they hope to schedule in the next two to three weeks. I also had my doctor refer me for a hearing test. She says it often takes up to eight months to get in. Good thing I can read lips.
All the activity yesterday was more exhausting than showing up for work, since I added in some other running around too, being out and about anyway. What a luxury to know I could just come home and nap if the mood hit me.
There was a minimal amount of fanfare surrounding my leaving work. I am thankful for that. Well, if you want to know the truth, I practically begged them not to do anything. I hate a fuss. I worked up to the last minute of my schedule, gathered up my stuff and left like it was any other day. Except for hauling away a couple of gifts – a beautiful flower arrangement (artificial because I kill things) and a desk top easel (because apparently I have talked about nothing else besides painting for the last two months). I’d say both of those things are perfect.
Already I’m having trouble remembering what day it is. So I think I may need a calendar with a schedule on it. Or I may just sit around on the couch watching Netflix for the rest of my life.
That’s not the only possibility. I might also sketch and draw and experiment with water-color pencil crayons and consider all the possibilities of mixed media and get lost on Pinterest and never write another thing…..
Nope. Going to make up a schedule. The only stipulation will be that I am not allowed to get upset if I can’t stick to it. It’s not like anyone will notice unless I’m foolish enough to share it. So, yeah. I’ll get right on it. You’ll know I’m done when you notice some semblance of organization and routine around here. Not to mention pictures that make sense.
As much as I love that first cup of freshly brewed coffee on a Sunday morning, the second cup is even better.
While the coffee brewed this morning I suddenly decided to clean out my junk drawer. I honestly can’t remember what sparked that burst of ambition, but I do know that if this happened more often it wouldn’t have to be such a time-consuming and complicated job. Its current state seemed to warrant dumping the entire contents on the kitchen table. Once that’s done there is no turning back. This doesn’t mean I finished making sense of the mess (because it’s not done yet, 13 hours later) just that it will have to be dealt with eventually if I ever want to use the kitchen table again.
So that first cup of coffee had to compete with junk drawer sorting, a quick shower, hair drying, Facebook checking and e-mail perusing. Insanity. Coffee should be savoured, not gulped down in amongst random morning tasks. And in case you think it’s amazing that I limit my coffee to two cups, you should see how gigantic my favourite mugs are. They don’t hold half a pot of coffee, but close enough.
So I sat down in the living room to enjoy the second cup doing absolutely nothing. Ha. That’s not exactly true. Unless playing Candy Crush on my I-pad is a big fat nothing. Which many people would agree it is.
Then I had a great visit with a former co-worker/friend who is in the process of landing another better job and has asked me to one of her references. Made me realize yet again how much I miss her smiling face and the amazing person she is and always was to work alongside. But life goes on and everything changes. We got each other caught up on the latest developments. Two more people are leaving my workplace. Perhaps it’s something I said. And I’m wondering if I can stick it out for this last year before retiring next September.
Imagine all the second cups I’ll be able to consume at my leisure when my working days are done. If all that caffeine doesn’t kill me first. I would like to at least get all my pens, paper clips, elastic bands and rolls of tape in order before that happens.
Because I drive a car and eat food (sometimes both at the same time!) of course the current economic climate has affected me. It has affected me all my life. It affects everyone who is not dead and not living in a vacuum somewhere in outer space. But I’m no economist so I can’t dazzle you with the hows and the whys and the wherefores.
I haven’t been crushed by it. I haven’t lost my job and I still get regular (however paltry) pay increases. I live in a house that’s mortgage free and I’m able to pay the annual property taxes. Being comfortable is more important to me than being rich. Although I wouldn’t mind trying ‘rich’ sometime just to make sure.
I think the worlds priorities are mostly screwed up and that money and time and effort are spent on the most incredibly insane things. Like colossally expensive weddings for instance. And homes so vast that two people could wander around in them for days and never meet.
So it all comes down to what you want from your life, what you expect, what you’re willing to settle for and what you can give up and hardly miss. Prices go up. Everybody bitches. Life goes on.
If you want some kind of specific information from W you will have to ask your question probably two or three times before he tells you what you want to know. And even then you might find that asking him something completely different is what works to finally get the answer you were looking for in the first place. People don’t believe me when I tell them this. But here’s a typical example.When are you leaving for Ontario?
There’s a lot of stuff I have to take care of there. I could be gone for two or three weeks. Hard to say.
But what day exactly are you leaving?
I’ll probably take a couple of days to drive down. No point in trying to do it all in one day. Sixteen hours is too much without a break.
Okay but what day of the week will you be taking off exactly?
Yeah, it’s good that I can take off whenever I want. I’m really lucky to have a job where they are okay with me taking off the time when I ask for it. They’ve been really good about that.
WHERE DID YOU PUT THE GAS CAN FOR THE LAWN MOWER???
I’ll be leaving first thing Monday morning.
(Don’t worry, I already knew the gas cans location, so I did not have to inquire about the price of turnips in Japan to find that out.)
I’ve learned over the years that it’s more fun and less frustrating to just ask random questions for no particular reason and see what pops up out of his strangely confused male brain.
I’d love it if you could sit down with him now and ask him something simple like ‘what did you eat for breakfast.’ I guarantee you will not find out for at least half an hour and that I’ll get to say HAH! I told you so! when you finally do, and that he will not have a clue in hell what is so damn funny.
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