Day 8 A MOMENT YOU FELT THE MOST SATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE
(I posted this a day late, because my wordpress wasn’t letting me do a new post)
Honestly, I have never felt more satisfied than the day I retired. I had worked at the same place for nine years. The first sever were pretty good, the last two, not so much.
I think with my health issues, surgery, and a general change of the feeling at the place, just made me hate getting up and going there. Nothing to do with the people. They were great, but the actual job I did, just became a chore. I would have left a year earlier, but I stayed because my hubby asked me to, and because we were going overseas for the first time, and frankly the money would come in handy.
So I stayed for that last year. Now, I have to point out, I only worked 2 days a week, but they were 10 hour days. They were long, and tedious, and frankly I was becoming bored with what I was doing. I loathe accounts and I don’t mean I don’t like them. I absolutely, unequivocally HATE doing accounts. So that, combined with idiots ringing up and abusing me constantly. I’d had it.
Many people asked me why I didn’t stay for another year and get long service leave. Well a couple of reasons. 1) I was casual, so it really wouldn’t make that much difference money wise. There was no leave involved, so it wasn’t worth it. and 2) I began hating going there, and resenting my husband for making me, and resenting the fact that I felt trapped. They also tried to say that I should keep working because I’d miss the money.
What money? You get paid peanuts, you really don’t miss it. And I don’t. I am not a person who needs “things”. I don’t care about the latest this or that. I don’t need clothes and shoes every season. I don’t need to change my furniture every couple of years. None of that matters to me. What matters to me is being happy. And I wasn’t.
So my last day there, was absolutely, one of the most satisfying moments of my life.