Dying Shackled To A Desk Is Not An Option

I am staring down the barrel of my last twenty seven days of paid employment. Well, twenty six really because I’m throwing a sickie to be at the first day of viewing of the movie, In Like Flynn. Anyway, so relieved I simply cannot put it into words. So very over regimentation, clock watching, office politics, and lately, millennials telling me how to do things. Such as when you are chasing information. Serious information. I am so fed up with “Check out Pinterest” or “Go to Instagram”.( And I’m sooo close to spitting at the next millennial who whinges about their inability to afford housing. Get off your butts and walk to the local cafe for your lunch: don’t pay for your bespoke sandwich to be uber delivered. WT!)

Kiddies, Life is more than bullet points and pretty pictures. Life is not manufactured. It is so much more.

Most of my circle are pleased for me, aware that I have been working since I was 17 years of age, in one form or another. Good, as no further explanations are necessary. It is correct, as it has been pointed out to me, that I am some years off retirement age. I don’t give a Rats, and neither should you.

Not only did I attend a wedding last week, there was also a funeral on the other side of town. Fun wedding and I paid for the time on the dance floor for two days with a mild level of discomfort in the hips. Go you good thing!

Funeral was fun too, as only a good funeral can be. Lots of food, good company and memories. Chatted to the sons of the deceased for some time sharing stories. It’s funny how much you learn by sharing stories, isn’t it? A yarn with these lads, both of a similar vintage, has me now investigating the music of Pink Floyd, and in particular, the Final Cut album. Pink Floyd – surely the background music for every party held in the 1970’s? The soundtrack in my family home was more Mario Lanza than Roger Waters.

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Another funeral next week for a work colleague in a previous life who literally died at his desk at work.

So, I’m feeling fine and looking forward to spending more time. Just spending more time.

Have done the rounds of Financial Planners, Accountants, Banks and all the other experts in the retirement field.

Story in today’s media about a Financial Advisor and his corporate wife who are struggling to pay their bills on a combined gross income of $215k. Well, who would be going to him for advice??? And have you noticed that so many of these Financial Advisors seem to be about 12 ? Okay, so about 28 – 30ish. I’m opting to follow my gut instinct. It’s time to go. No way am I falling off the tree shackled to a desk. There are stories to tell, music to enjoy, books to read and adventures to be had.

These are the books I’ve been lent this week by friends who have concerns that I will get bored. Thankyou, girls. Didn’t your parents give you a clip around the ears if you ever used the B word?

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Major retirement goals include :
* Breaking the cycle of waking up at 4 am. A thirty year habit.
* Mop floors weekly and clean house</del
* Listen to more Pink Floyd
* Keep houseplants alive

That will do for now. And that’s okay.

Twenty seven days. I’m pulling up my big girls pants.This is in the bag.

Thanks, Willie. You put a smile on my dial this morning.