Yesterday, I went into work when I should have stayed home, only because it was a beginning of a work week after a 3 day weekend. A last of sleep the night before made it impossible for me to function at 50% on the job, and it was a miracle that I got anything done. Right now, I'm glad that it is not bright and sunny outside, as I just called in sick to the office so that I can recharge my batteries.
I have found that the occasional day that I can get up late helps a great deal. Our American style of work is not a healthy one. We treat workers as if they are disposable parts of a machine, and most have no idea that they would be treated better if they lived in many other developed countries. I consider myself lucky that I can afford to retire, and that I don't need this job for the money it provides me. (Money does help, as I haven't needed to drain savings lately.)
Soon, I will retire for good. I am worn out as a worker, and I plan to leave things for the younger folk to take care of. It is the normal course of life. Yet, I am envious of the people who have more years ahead of them than years behind them. There are so many things I'd do differently now in my career that I didn't do way back when. And now, I look forward to the next stage of life....
