The countdown is getting serious now. It feels like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. Even better. I have never not had a job since I was 14 years old. First, I worked at a small amusement park, then at 16 it was the K-Mart shoe department. It is amazing how many people steal shoes, put on new ones, and leave the old ones just laying in the aisle. Picking up those old, worn, odiferous shoes was the worst thing I ever had to do for a paycheck.
At 17 I moved to a Sears Catalogue counter, taking orders and helping people find their packages in the "self service" bins. I never did understand where the "self" service came in, as we had to help over half the customers find their packages. Apparently the package filing people didn't know their alphabet.
After high school I found my current job at the Federal Reserve Bank, where I have been for 25 years. In 19 days I will be unemployed. Not that I won't be busy, with class three nights a week. Of course, I already have my days planned:
7:00 wake-up
8:15 put Dakota on the bus and walk the dog
9:00 breakfast & shower
9:30 homework
1:00 lunch
1:30 craft and/or housework time
4:00 start dinner
Interesting, when you write it down, being unemployed looks like such hard work?
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