slacker, or like a drain to society when
you’re out and about in the middle of the
day. I’ve tried not to make too much eye
contact and I’m using my “I’m all about
business” tone like I’m rushing off to my
next appointment. Hard to do in a hat
and leggings...see #3
6. Retirement means not knowing
the answer to the question “Employer?”
- uhhh, still working on my reply to this
one.
7. When you’ve been insulated in one
company for decades and now have a
few months to play around if you want to,
this sort of retirement means not knowing what employers are looking for when
you do send out resumes. I know on my
end, lots of eye-rolling (actually, maybe
on the receiver’s end too) and tension
headaches from scrolling through jobs
- which equals more couch time, which
equals pajamas.
8. Retirement, right now, means staying in the house most days. Which also
means not quite knowing how to interact with others when you do go out.
Love seeing the people, love knowing
the world is still spinning but the sounds
that come along with that - yikes! Hearing paper rattle, horns blowing and people chewing or just existing, throws me
wayyy off! (Maybe I need a street noise
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recording to get ready for each outing.
Hmmm - business idea!)
9. This retirement means not really
wanting to look for a job right now, because I do need downtime, but also means
having to do the job search dance because
it’s the only way to access the unemployment benefits I’ve earned. Should I mention feeling seriously inept when I have to
reread - more than once, the online instructions to apply?! (Gosh, I hope I pushed all
the right buttons!)
10. Retirement means really knowing
that the government knows alot of your
personal business. Filing for unemployment makes me feel a little exposed. Yes,
I knew the government knew about all of
my dimes before - they always got their
cut, but I never had to empty my pockets
right in front of Big Brother! He usually just
took his share, like a thieving sibling, while
I was asleep!
11. Retirement has also put my mirrors
out of work. Nothing like being surprised,
once you’ve actually made it to your car,
that you’ve missed an eyebrow waxing!
My dear, sweet family members must not
have had the courage to mention the unibrow!
Arrrrgghh!!! I think I’m more mentally
spent trying to figure out my new way of
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