I reminisce sometimes about the good times I had when working and the social contacts while doing so. It wasn’t always a picnic but I like reflecting on what was the best of it. I consider going back in some capacity, but I know, sure as shootin’, that any work routine will get old fast when I would just rather goof off on some days.
I missed work for some time. Two or three years, as I recall, but got used to goofing off and liked that too.
I miss working but I don't miss the downside caused by some of the humans. I've thought of doing the part-time thing at Walmart, but I'm not up for taking someone's grief. If I had to work, I'd suck it up. But I don't...so I won't.
I really miss my last job, but I had my own office, with a computer, phone and filing cabinet. Not nearly as much physical stuff, in a warehouse, like I had done before. But, I do keep myself busy at home. Doing: laundry, loading/running/emptying dishwasher, stripping bed and putting on new linens and some cooking. That, with so many things I do on our desktop computer..........I definitely keep busy!
At times I do miss the clients that inspired me but I most certainly do not miss the office shenanigans/politics and the drama that went along with it….but that being said I am satisfied to be retired….though it did take me about three years to adjust to retired life…
I do not miss the work I did before I retired, especially the politics, associated commuting and necessary travel.
I had a good job, and I loved it. But politics and other things from corporate office - along with my defiance helped me retire early. Not being a butt smoocher is not in my DNA.
I was just getting tired of having my hard work undermined by someone else's incompetence. Or lack of planning on their part constituting an emergency on MY part.
I do miss "work." My last 15 years was as adjunct (part time) professor at the local college. I taught freshman composition classes. I asked for and usually got evening "hybrid" classes, meaning half classroom and other half computer at home. At age 81 I thought I was doing OK,but still age 81. Wife arranged our travel, which we still do much, to fit my "fall a" and Fall b" or spring or summer same. I recall profs who changed my life and hopped that I might have done the same. I also miss the contact with people. My last class ended Dec. 2019.
Nope don't miss it at all, seems like today when I listen to people who work talk of their jobs seems like employees are not the most motivated or dedicated of workers, not the same work ethic of days gone by.