Transition

I started working when I was about 12 years old. My brother, John, and I worked on a farm.

I went from there to a grocery store, and then at the ripe old age of 18, I stepped into construction.

I’ve pretty much been there for more than 40 years and since college I have never once been unemployed.

I’ve been at the same company for the last 20 years, but a couple of years back, we were sold, and while it was supposed to be a grand move for all involved…

…there have been a great many transitions.

I’m almost 60.

Things get funky for veteran employees. Like baseball free agents who hit free agency at the age of 35 or so…

…the future is a little shaky.

When people are setting their ten year plans, older bastards are sometimes transitioned.

There is change afoot and I have zero reason to be concerned, but when you get up and battle for a place every single day and you suddenly feel that you’re being slighted or cast aside…

…well, it’s weird.

And anyone who knows me knows one thing is true:

I’m not a fan of change of any sort. 

I like routines. 

The only ones who are in perfect tune with my routines are Ollie and Miller.

Everyone else fights me!

So, I will be transitioning in the coming weeks.

To something different.

I’m not happy.

I’m not unhappy.

I’m just transitioning…

…and I haven’t attempted that in decades.

Let’s see what happens!

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