It's That Time

Despite having plenty to write about, I have neglected my journal (and my journal buddies) for some time. I miss writing, but have been consumed by a lazy funk that I must crawl out of so I can start to really enjoy my retirement life. There are probably a few dozen reasons…..some damn good reasons, that contribute to my semi-depressed state of mind. But, since my psychiatrist says I am a “highly functional depressed person” I guess I need to do whatever I need to do to get back to being highly functional.

Perhaps today will be the start. This is my “official” last day of work and I must go to the worksite to sign out, which is a dreadful task of going from office to office to obtain signatures from every manager staff or their secretary if they are not available.

This practice was probably started by someone who intended for the managers to shake every exiting person’s hand and provide some words of wisdom or good wishes. As the managers are usually out of their office on official duties, the secretary is tasked with saying goodbye instead. Either way, what I know should be a day of total ecstasy has caused me to nearly have an anxiety attack at the thought of stepping back on the prison grounds after all this time off….and then dealing with pleasantries.

All I want to do is go to the Personnel Office, get my “retired” identification card and head off into the sunset with that chapter of my life behind me. **SIGH**  Sometimes I wish I were invisible.

On the other hand, I have secretly hoped that I would go in today and find that some caring person has organized a retirement luncheon in my honor. Doubtful, since the only call I received from anyone at work since I announced my plans to retire was my boss asking me to return the keys to my office. If a party was in the works, you’d think that they’d at least want to know what time I planned on being there today. **POUT**

I’ll get there when I damn well feel like it.

So there!   ;)