Retirement. I don’t miss the money. I miss the connections.
I miss the need to get up at a certain time each morning. The wake-up shower, the first cup of coffee, the rush out the door.
Of course, one could still do those things. But, why ? No one requires that early frenzy of activity.
And I guess that’s the point.
In my late 40’s, I went back to work. This time, to a job. Not a career, not a source of fulfillment, not to prove a point, not even for the money.
We were facing 2 kids about to enter college, but we could have managed the financial burden.
I wanted a schedule, another place to belong, to be part of a work community.
I had a 6 month gig in customer service at a local utility. It was not for me. When the power went out, and the complaint calls came in, I found myself making up stories just to get them off the phone. The calls were monitored, my efforts were lauded by a young supervising staff who just wanted those hundreds of calls in queue answered.
So I respectfully resigned, taking my resume to a local job fair. Prospects there were disappointing. I left, treating myself to a nice lunch.
That’s where I saw the newspaper ad.
Hotel front desk jobs…will train.
Why not ?
I went unannounced, still in business attire, and was approached by the manager while I was filling out the application.
I had the interview on the spot, was offered the job, asked for part time hours.
One month later, after a sophisticated Hilton training program, I was working 40-45 hours a week. I loved it.
That part time job became a career that led to sales management and ultimate retirement.
Sometimes, you just end up where you were meant to be.