They may be lovely, optimistic, positive, funny blokes, but they're still at work.
I always think it a shame when people have such bad memories of what they used to do.
They may be lovely, optimistic, positive, funny blokes, but they're still at work.
I have some great memories. I simply now want to devote the remaining part of my life to doing what I want to do, when I want to do it. After 30 years working for the Queen, having to ask permission to marry, permission to live where I want, and notify my employers of those with whom I associate, its nice to be 100% completely and utterly my own man.
I don't regret it - I just want the second half of my life to belong to me, and not a boss.
Do you not go where your customer wants you, when they want you?
^^^^^^^I have some great memories. I simply now want to devote the remaining part of my life to doing what I want to do, when I want to do it. After 30 years working for the Queen, having to ask permission to marry, permission to live where I want, and notify my employers of those with whom I associate, its nice to be 100% completely and utterly my own man.
I don't regret it - I just want the second half of my life to belong to me, and not a boss.
It is bad enough having to suffer the memories, but at least it isn't as bad as still being there creating them!I always think it a shame when people have such bad memories of what they used to do.
I was in the fire brigade for 30 years.
Did I love the job , no.
Did it pay the bills , Yes.
Once I retired, I wondered why I stuck it, and there's only one answer.
The pension.
It cost a big chunk of my wages every week , but the one big plus is being able to stop in your 50's.
It's not a pot of gold but it pays the bills. Spend less , gave up my car and can't complain.
I didn't hate it , but I have never went into any paid work for the love of it.That was a big chunk of your life wasted if you did not enjoy it, my youngest is in your old trade and loves it. The times for them may not be as good as you had though.
Slight calculation error (I hope).Plan your death.
At retirement, divide up whatever you by seven, burn through that per year and then blow your brains out on the doorstep of the Inland Revenue
I didn't hate it , but I have never went into any paid work for the love of it.
Work for me was always about paying the bills.
Always a job , never a career.
Earning money for me has always been about having fun doing it, I think I am starting to figure out why you lot could not wait to pack up.
Have you blown all your cash on coke and hookers yet?Slight calculation error (I hope).
I retired aged 63...........I am now 70. Do I really have to blow my brains out now? Like, is that mandatory or just a suggestion ? please say its the latter