Hey folks, I'm working a marathon consecutive six days in a row at the hotel during a very busy time. I won't be blogging for the next few days. Any rumors that I have decided to stop blogging or have lost interest in blogging are great exaggerated . I love to blog but I just can't do my best working all these hours. I remember something my Mother told me when she came from working a log shift at her Pepperridge Farm job. She worked on the cake layer line in the frozen foods division. Yes, my Mom had one of those "Lucy and Ethel" conveyor belt job. My Mom's "Ethel" was her sister-in-law and one of my favorite aunts, my Aunt Mabel.
|My Mom accepting her 25th anniversary award from her Pepperridge Farm Supervisor|
When she came home from her regular shift at Pepperridge, she went up to the garden she and my Pop had. She hoed eight rows of corn like she usually did. Then she came back to the house and prepared a whole meal for the family. For the first time in her life she said she felt tired while hoeing the corn. Of course she was tired before but this was a different kind of "tired." She was 64 years old. She said that's when she realized she couldn't do what she used to do.
My Aunt Mabel had a similar experience. She was 72 years old when she realized that she just couldn't make those full family meals for her many membered family. She said "Ronnie, I'm just tired."
Well guess what boys and girls, I am tired. Sure, I think some people I work with read this blog. Maybe my boss and even the owner reads it occasionally. Let me say this, I'll work as long as I am physically able to work. I can manage quite well working two days a week. But his six days in a row is a killer. I am EXHAUSTED. Tired man, TIRED. In a few weeks I'll be 70 years old. Hey, maybe it's time to hang up the old boxing gloves. I'm telling you, it's looking mighty tempting.
I enjoy working. I like the interaction with my coworkers and the guests at the hotel. Oh sure, occasionally I get a rude guest who insults me and puts me down. That's not fun and it takes just about all my self control not to lash out with anger and sarcasm. But I manage. However, I wonder, how much longer do I want to do this? Then I think of the extra money my job provides. While I don't make a lot of money, I make enough to enable me to buy "extras" like sponsoring a family reunion coming up in a few weeks. I order books form Amazon.com and don't worry about the cost. I have all the latest gadgets. Bill and I can do the extra things that make life enjoyable. Yes, this will take some serious thinking. Once I make the decision to leave my job, I'll never apply for another job in my life. I will never go to another job interview begging for a minimal pay job. I've been working for over sixty years now and some time of job, maybe now is the time to retire? Maybe.