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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