Believe it or not, I actually have notes for writing posts and intended to write more frequently than I have this month. I just can’t seem to get to it. I realized over the weekend that I’ve voluntarily made my life much tougher than it has to be (the writing thing) but I want to do this for now so here we are.
One item I have been sitting on is that as of October I have been in the workforce for thirty years.
Sheesh, that’s a long time. My social security thing shows taxable income for every year since 1980 except for 1985 which has to be a mistake because I was in college and at one point had 3 jobs. In 1980 I started working at Jack-in-the-Box. In college I worked at the campus library and the city zoo. I graduated in 1986 and started my first real job which I wrote about here: part 1 and part 2.
I have no major insights about this. I wouldn’t say it’s gone by quick. I always found things that I liked about my jobs even when they weren’t wonderful or I wasn’t a good fit for them. I love my job now but the commute wears me down. I don’t want to look forward to retiring – I feel like that’s wishing my life away. Lots of work to come. I just hope it’s always something I like.
