I was surprised that Yikes really is a word. It means an exclamation of surprise or alarm.
That’s what I said today as I set into motion a decision we’ve been planning for the last two years. I put in my official e-mail of intention to retire. We are getting ready to move into our RV and travel, but I have to wait until my 30th anniversary at work to be eligible to retire. December 29 is the magical day.
Thirty years at the same health facility has brought with it the usual office politics, dealing with both good and bad management, and a certain boredom with the same-old, same-old. The job has also been personally rewarding. The income kept me afloat when I divorced and became a single mother, and it allowed me to provide a safe and secure home for my daughter during her growing up years. I also poured a lot of heart and soul, time, and hard work into the institution in return for earning that living. Over the years, they have changed insurance coverages, made promises they didn’t keep, and taken away incentive pay. It’s been a love/hate relationship. As much as I will miss the security of a full-time reliable job, I’m looking forward to parting ways.
My original thought was, “Yikes, what did I just do?” The dream is well on it’s way to being realized. There’s no turning back now.
Then, “No, really, what did I just do?” After December there is no getting up at 4:30 a.m., doing the first-thing-in-the-morning rush items, doing the same old routine, and dealing with a hover-manager just waiting to pounce on a mistake. I’ll have to rediscover my whole purpose and reinvent a much more relaxed routine, which will hopefully improve my RA.
Then it was, “Yee-haw. Bye, bye, bitches!” Finally, the excitement. These next few months are going to go by quickly, and I just have to stay focused. It’s going to be an amazing day when I walk out of work into a new beginning.
Next chapter? Bring it on.