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This song is over....
Feb. 21st, 2010 05:59 pmPeople have said they like it when I post about myself - is this true? *testing, testing*
What's going on with me is that in a short 10 weeks (and counting) I'll be retiring from the job I've held for nearly 32 years. I'm one of those very, very lucky people in the world who works for the U.S. government. The retirement system I'm under is the best in the world (not even rookie US-gov. employees get it any longer). The abbreviated version is that I can retire with full benefits at age 55, which I now am. And being that I've been burned out at work for several years --- which I've felt a serious amount of guilt over because it's not a bad job, really --- I'm headed for the door.
Or, um, well, I'm sort of headed for the door.
Because the deal is, not only do I have the Cadillac (Lexus?) of retirements to look forward to, I also work for an agency with the most liberal revolving door. We've always had an emeritus program that rivals universities, but now we also are able to come back at full pay to work once more. And I wasn't going to do it, at least not doing what I've been doing, (which see burn-out issues, yanno)
But.
Ever since I was wee, I've been at the OCD end of the gene about organizing shit. Those of you who have this same trait (*coughjonemcough*) know the endorphin rush of getting stuff where it belongs. And I'd been toying with the idea of becoming a professional organizer, but (if you've ever seen the TV shows about swooping in and doing this for the folks on the opposite end of the gene) I didn't feel the interest in handling what is sometimes a bona-fide psychological problem. So there I was one night, fresh from cleaning out a file cabinet that had been hauled around from place to place and belonged to a man deceased for 22 years, when it hit me....
I could do this for my agency!
And, in short, this is what I will be doing. Just a couple of afternoons a week, but still. The managers are excited about it, too, because the space is vast and the amount of abandoned material is great. People who are not like me have had a colorful history of walking out the door and leaving everything behind for someone else to deal with. And so far, no one else has had the time or inclination to do so.
The only thing is that I need a better job title than "cleaner of abandoned shit."
Anyway, for the next 10 weeks, I'm cleaning up my own shit (30+ years worth) and moving out of my (very terrific) office. I'll pick up a salvage desk and a little space, enough to store scissors and tape and all, and then I become the Organizing Fairy!
And on the other days, I'll be doing whatever the hell I want! Anyone up for a visit?
What's going on with me is that in a short 10 weeks (and counting) I'll be retiring from the job I've held for nearly 32 years. I'm one of those very, very lucky people in the world who works for the U.S. government. The retirement system I'm under is the best in the world (not even rookie US-gov. employees get it any longer). The abbreviated version is that I can retire with full benefits at age 55, which I now am. And being that I've been burned out at work for several years --- which I've felt a serious amount of guilt over because it's not a bad job, really --- I'm headed for the door.
Or, um, well, I'm sort of headed for the door.
Because the deal is, not only do I have the Cadillac (Lexus?) of retirements to look forward to, I also work for an agency with the most liberal revolving door. We've always had an emeritus program that rivals universities, but now we also are able to come back at full pay to work once more. And I wasn't going to do it, at least not doing what I've been doing, (which see burn-out issues, yanno)
But.
Ever since I was wee, I've been at the OCD end of the gene about organizing shit. Those of you who have this same trait (*coughjonemcough*) know the endorphin rush of getting stuff where it belongs. And I'd been toying with the idea of becoming a professional organizer, but (if you've ever seen the TV shows about swooping in and doing this for the folks on the opposite end of the gene) I didn't feel the interest in handling what is sometimes a bona-fide psychological problem. So there I was one night, fresh from cleaning out a file cabinet that had been hauled around from place to place and belonged to a man deceased for 22 years, when it hit me....
I could do this for my agency!
And, in short, this is what I will be doing. Just a couple of afternoons a week, but still. The managers are excited about it, too, because the space is vast and the amount of abandoned material is great. People who are not like me have had a colorful history of walking out the door and leaving everything behind for someone else to deal with. And so far, no one else has had the time or inclination to do so.
The only thing is that I need a better job title than "cleaner of abandoned shit."
Anyway, for the next 10 weeks, I'm cleaning up my own shit (30+ years worth) and moving out of my (very terrific) office. I'll pick up a salvage desk and a little space, enough to store scissors and tape and all, and then I become the Organizing Fairy!
And on the other days, I'll be doing whatever the hell I want! Anyone up for a visit?
