Retirement: The action or fact of leaving one’s job and ceasing to work.
I have been enjoying retirement for just a little over a year now. Actually, I left my full time job at YME about five years ago, however, I did not cease to work. I worked full time for the Advocate Tribune as a staff writer. When I ‘retired’ from the Trib, I still did not cease to work. I went to work at the Alternative Learning Center (ALC) in Montevideo. I only worked part time there.
Even before I left YME I knew I would not be ceasing work because I had agreed to return to the classroom the next fall. The director of the ALC, Doug McCoss, asked me to be a long term sub for an English teacher. I worked from late August almost to Thanksgiving.
After I ceased working at the ALC, I did cease to work. I retired. I loved most of it. The part I did not enjoy was the absence of a paycheck.
I went looking for another job. I walked into the Trib office and asked to see Dave. Once in his office he asked me what he could do for me. I responded, “Give me a job”. He got up, closed the door so we could talk privately and that is how I started writing for the Advocate Tribune. Again I had not ceased to work.
Fast forward a few years. I got a call from Doug McCoss. He was the Director of the ALC. He had an opening he thought I might be interested in: teaching. Teaching! Teaching? What could he be thinking? I retired from teaching early without any prospect of an income because I was tired; tired of getting up in the morning, tired of directing plays after school, tired of …. Well, just plain tired.
Those of you who know Mr. McCoss know how persuasive he can be. I went to talk with him about the job.
He explained that the job was only part time. I would be teaching a half day, four classes, I would be starting at 11:30 in the morning and he offered me a salary commensurate with my education and experience as an educator. I am not really good with math, but it didn’t take me long to come to the conclusion that I would be earning about the same as I did working full time at the Trib. The added bonus at the ALC was that I would work less than 180 days a year. I have always contended that my mama didn’t raise no dummies…so I jumped at the opportunity to work at the ALC.
Page 2 of 2 - That brings me back to retirement. When I left the job at the ALC, I creased working.
I was never the type of person who spent hours and hours planning for retirement. I hardly gave retirement a thought. I loved teaching; I loved writing for the newspaper. Everyone knows when you are doing something you really love, it’s not work. I finally ceased working because I was old enough to qualify for Social Security and my teacher retirement. I could cease working and still have an income.
I remember running into Elroy Bergeson at the bakery one morning shortly after he retired. I asked him about retirement. His response was, “I start out in the morning with a list of things to do, and I never seem to get it finished.”
Now that I’m retired I understand what he meant. When people ask me what I’m doing I say, “Nothing. I didn’t get it finished today, so I’ll have to do it again tomorrow.”
I love retirement.