So, you’re retired?
Yeah, kind of.
Well, I guess from a few things.
How do you like it?
I’m looking to be un-retired.
This conversation, with several variations, has been happening with me more and more frequently. I wonder, am I looking much older than I feel? Do I have that look of being part of the leisure class? Does my latest fashion statement that I consider to be a combination of bon vivant and bohemian nonchalance really signal that I am not reporting to any legitimate work anytime soon? Upon viewing a picture of this outfit, emailed by The Redhead, my buddy, Maryellen, called to tell me that I needed an intervention.
Maybe, I just need a job.
For a few weeks I have attempted to volunteer my time and whatever talents I may have to several area charities and non-profits. Phone messages remain unreturned or the person that I do get to speak with tells me to go online to get information and to leave a contact number. But, I’m speaking with you now, I tell him. No, you have to go online, he says. I do. But, after I fill out the online form a window pops up telling me it’s best to directly call the office.
Yes, maybe I just need a job.
So, what to do? I’ve told myself no weekends. No nights. No holidays. Last week I was told to not put so many obstacles in my way in finding a job. Good advice. After all, it’s only part-time work I’m looking for.
I’ve made a mental list of what I have in the past liked to do and what I can now still do. Several things have come to mind. A business that we’ve had dealings with recently seemed that it might be a good resource in locating a lead. I called and explained that I was planning to un-retire and wondered if they might know of any similar business that might require part time help. As a matter of fact we do, they said. Us.
I’m putting together a resume this weekend. And Monday I’m going to put my best foot forward. But, guaranteed, no matter what the outcome is, that best foot forward won’t be wearing socks and sandals. At least not black socks!
Socks, fine. Sandals, fine. Together: shudder. Good luck with the hunt for a meaningful occupation beyond the wilderness of retirement. It’s fun if you time it right, no doubt, but life is long!
First things first: NO socks with sandals-ever. You will find your comfortable niche. It may take time but I can list so many talents/gifts you offer, you will find the right one. Trust God to put you in the right place at the right time, for the right reason. It will feel like home. And keep writing, I am enjoying it. (What do I know? I am just a skunk….LOL)