That’s it for me… I’m done!!
No more getting up at 5.30 a.m. unless it’s to go somewhere nice.
No more commuting on Sydney trains.
No more trudging to and from the station through Sydney’s weather extremes of blistering heat, torrential rains, hurricane strength winds that destroy umbrellas.
No more account reconciliations.
No more phoning customers to pay their bills.
No more having to put up with sanctimonious salesmen who forget who pays them?
No more having to work with colleagues who walk around with long faces and are just plain miserable bastards.
That’s it for me… I’m done at being a credit controller.
From 4pm on Friday 29th January 2016 I finished up from a profession that has spanned 45 years.
You know when it’s time to quit and in my case it came earlier than planned.
I had hoped to have phased it out gradually after reaching my 65th birthday in August 2016, but personal circumstances have brought it to an immediate halt. Am I sorry? Yes and no. Dealing with no regular income will be a challenge but it is just one more of life’s problems to overcome.
After 27 years of marriage my wife decided it was time to end our relationship; so as part of the transition process back to bachelorhood I have decided to finish working. This is mainly because of my decision to relocate to Europe to be close to my 91-year-old mother and my two sisters.
I chose to end work now so as to allow me freedom to wind up my affairs here in Australia and make the necessary preparations to set up my new life on the Cote d’Azur in southern France.
All is slowly falling into place and depending on how quickly I can get my superannuation account closed and transferred, and how fast our respective lawyers can finalize the separation agreement will determine when I can finally leave.
In a way I am sad it has come to this – after knowing someone for thirty years to give up such a relationship isn’t easy.
Dealing with the emotional wrenching of separation, leaving a job, packing one’s possessions into several boxes [64 years of one’s life all wrapped up in 11 boxes doesn’t say much – pretty sad really], arranging bank accounts in a foreign country, leaving people you have got to know, is all very stressful. Any one of them could lead to a nervous breakdown… to do all of them at the same time: well there aren’t any words that can describe how I feel.
But life goes on… I have always been a fighter. Whenever I have been knocked down by some personal disaster or set back I have always bounced back. And so it will be again…
As one door closes another opens: for me it is a new start in a new country.
I may be scared at the unknown, but I am also so very excited at the challenges awaiting me.
I hope you will follow my progress in the months and years to come :o)
RLB – Tomewriter