I made the decision to “retire” in October 2013 when I was not getting well from an upper respiratory infection and had to take time off work to just get better. Radiation takes so much out of you that it leaves that opportunity for every little germ to catch hold and develop into something. There was a lot of conversation between my husband and me during the month of November, and we began planning in December. I would give notice the first of January and end my working days on January 31, 2014.
I wanted a good four weeks to be able to contact and see every one of my clients. This job is not about “folders,” in a file cabinet; it’s about people. Many were sorry to see me make this choice, but no one blamed me for making the choice to choose ME.
|The two of us in 1983 when|
the ladies at F&M gave me a
My situation is unusual in that I am working for an individual that I began my working career with in February of 1976. (I did have a job before that, but it was in another city and lasted a very short time) Ellen and I worked together at the former Farmers and Merchants Bank. I was a teller and she was a secretary and opened accounts. We are 13 months apart in age, so we were 22 and 21. We have said many times how our time at the bank was like family, something we couldn't see then. Many of our coworkers have passed on, but there’s a unique bond among those of us who remain. Some of us are on Facebook and keep in touch that way. I see them at athletic events. If I needed advice at any time, I could call any one of them.
I quit work to become a stay-at-home-mom and that opened another chapter of my life. Fast forward from 1981 to 2003 when I found myself in a position where I needed health insurance and Ellen had moved up in the world and was a manager for another bank. My interview began with “When can you start?” There was no need for asking the stale questions attempting to determine my honestly and integrity for a job like this. Ellen knew my balancing record, and my old-school values.
The job at this bank did not last long, but it was never about Ellen and me. I knew five weeks into my employment that I didn't want to work for this organization. I left in early 2005, and Ellen left the following year. I can’t even think of a way to describe my feelings. I was ecstatic that she had “escaped” too.
|Here we are today|
In the summer of 2012, she approached me again as she had someone else leaving. This would be a thirty-hour position and I thought maybe I could do that. So I began on July 25, 2012 as a Social Worker for the Fairborn Senior Center. I enjoyed this job very much, but only planned to work until I turned 62 and could draw Social Security. My husband is older, and I choose time with him.
I never planned on the breast cancer diagnosis in the summer of 2013. Although I have a great prognosis, I decided that again, I choose time over money. I choose to have the freedom to spend more time with my grandchild(ren). I choose to do other things that I love to do, and have the freedom to be more spontaneous.
And so, I end my working career with the same person I began with. Not many people can say that, and certainly not through three separate organizations. She supports my choice and knows that this is hardly goodbye. I will continue to be involved with the Senior Center, as I am a “Senior.” And, Ellen will ALWAYS be my friend, first and foremost.