Maxmosbey
Final Approach
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- Aug 23, 2007
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- San Juan, PR/Ames, IA
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I need to get serious.
Right now, I'm sitting in my office, the window is open, and it is raining outside. I'm eating lunch, and watching "hanger talk" and "spin zone" move ever so slowly. Four years ago I retired from the police department after twenty-nine years. I planned on just taking it easy for six months, then go find something else to do. Instead, after a week, I started turning wrenches on airplanes, which is what I was doing when I became a police officer. So I worked on planes for a few years, then I got offered a job as a probation officer. It paid a lot better than turning wrenches, so I took that job. It didn't take long for me to figure out that I am not wired to be a probation officer, but I gave it my best. I had heard that there was a recession, so I thought that I would be foolish to give up a good job just because I didn't want to go to work every morning. Then there were rumors about layoffs, then there were rumors that we were hireing, and this and that. In February one of my clients comitted suicide, which bothered me a little. Not that I thought that I had anything to do with it personally, but more that I didn't see it coming. Anyway, I went to Mexico in February, did a lot of soul searching, and I turned in my resignation the day after I came back. After next week, I am offically out of work. That is OK with me, and I promised my wife that I would not look for a job until after Labor Day, although I did say that I might fix planes on the side. We compromised with I wouldn't go back to working regular hours somewhere. Financially we are good, so there is no pressure there. It is just that I've had a job of some kind since I was fifteen years old. It is going to be strange, not having an identitiy.
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