Workplace

I have forty-two years in the workforce under my belt (just two jobs in forty-two years) and this is the year I hang it up.

When I forged out into the paying labor force I was really just a young girl. Three years of college, a new husband, no children and absolutely zero ambition or direction.

I accepted a job (sort of a mercy hire) from a family friend in my hometown. He was a physician and owned the local hospital. It was a lovely and happy job, floating around to different departments, filling in where I was needed. It set the course for the rest of my life.

A child was born, a marriage failed, tragedy lurked, and through it all, my normal happy working mom’s - life, carried me along. Ten years as a good soldier, following orders, carrying out my duties. Locking the office door at five o’clock and not looking back, turning my attention to family matters.

It was moving into the management part that kicked my butt. Made me think about what I was doing and how I was doing it. There were hard lessons in dealing with people and making decisions. Long hours, juggling work and family. The money was good; the hours took their toll. It eventually all worked out and now is coming to an end.

I’d start a countdown clock, but I don’t know the actual date. Not soon enough for my replacement, too soon for my employers.

I was one of the lucky ones, I was able to stay in my hometown and raise my son. It will be strange not being a part of this workday experience…..but

I’m ready