Again with the R-word. A longtime co-worker retired today. I'm left with mixed feelings. I'm sincerely happy for her as she really felt it was time ... She kept mentioning how tired she is .... but I'll miss her very much. There's not many of us long timers remaining and as each one walks away, I feel more and more alone in that place. Especially when it's someone that I consider a friend.
She was one of the rare ones. Rarely getting involved in the rumors, personal battles and petty jealousies that constantly swirl around. She just showed up, tried to do her job and get along with everyone. She didn't care about all the other stuff, which is why I enjoyed being around her.
I've known this was coming for the past few months, ever since it became general knowledge. Though it was a surprise to me because she's still in her early 60's and I had no clue that she had been pondering this. When that final day arrives, it must feels so strange. I can't explain. It must be incredibly difficult to empty out your locker, turn items in, gather up your possessions, say your goodbyes, scan out and walk away on that final day. It's been a huge part of your life for over forty years and suddenly it's all over. And the emotions that have never been experienced before. Wanting (I assume) to smile, laugh and cry all at the same time. It might be easier to get yourself fired.
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