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Retirement is a go.
I submitted my retirement application online this past Sunday. It won't be processed until I mail them a copy of my birth certificate. No prob, I thought, I know exactly where it is.
Yeah. Not so much, as it turns out.
I'm still looking. If I haven't turned it up by Monday (my next weekday off), I'll drive to downtown Columbus and buy a copy at the Dept of Health. But I will be massively pissed off with myself if I have to- because that's just stupid, yanno?
I went ahead and told the boss, because I also wanted to rescind my vacation request (I've taken the last two weeks of October for my vacation for probably at least two decades by now, but I need to save the vacation pay for helping me get over the interim between starting retirement and actually receiving money from OPERS- currently tracking at about 60 days after you start, they tell me online). He asked me to post it on the staff blog, which... okaaaayyy, but it's two and a half months before I'm leaving.
It's been interesting, getting reactions from coworkers. The page who worked last night asked how long I've worked. "When I actually end my employment on December 31, I will be rated at 33.667 years." Exclamations of astonishment, etc, but the best part? She thought for a little, and then told me that, I will have worked at the library slightly less than twice as long as she's been alive. "Oh, thank you, Emily, that makes me feel so YOUNG." AR AR AR!
The coworker who is working strictly to get health insurance and wishes she could afford not to, was very envious of me.
Other people have asked if I'm excited. My response to that tends towards, "Ummm, about what?" Usually followed by the standard remark that IT'S NOT FOR TWO AND A HALF MONTHS, ASK ME CLOSER TO DECEMBER 31, K? (Which, I don't know how I'll feel by then, but probably more fearful than anything else.)
Tonight, though, my coworkers started considering the nuts and bolts of me no longer covering my usual shifts. "Wait, wait, you work THREE evenings EVERY WEEK, right? And EVERY Saturday! That's... I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO WORK MORE EVENINGS AND SATURDAYS!" For that I trot out the big, toothy grin and say "I have no sympathy whatsoever for your complaints. AR AR AR!"
Now if only I could figure out where I stashed that birth certificate, dammit.
Yeah. Not so much, as it turns out.
I'm still looking. If I haven't turned it up by Monday (my next weekday off), I'll drive to downtown Columbus and buy a copy at the Dept of Health. But I will be massively pissed off with myself if I have to- because that's just stupid, yanno?
I went ahead and told the boss, because I also wanted to rescind my vacation request (I've taken the last two weeks of October for my vacation for probably at least two decades by now, but I need to save the vacation pay for helping me get over the interim between starting retirement and actually receiving money from OPERS- currently tracking at about 60 days after you start, they tell me online). He asked me to post it on the staff blog, which... okaaaayyy, but it's two and a half months before I'm leaving.
It's been interesting, getting reactions from coworkers. The page who worked last night asked how long I've worked. "When I actually end my employment on December 31, I will be rated at 33.667 years." Exclamations of astonishment, etc, but the best part? She thought for a little, and then told me that, I will have worked at the library slightly less than twice as long as she's been alive. "Oh, thank you, Emily, that makes me feel so YOUNG." AR AR AR!
The coworker who is working strictly to get health insurance and wishes she could afford not to, was very envious of me.
Other people have asked if I'm excited. My response to that tends towards, "Ummm, about what?" Usually followed by the standard remark that IT'S NOT FOR TWO AND A HALF MONTHS, ASK ME CLOSER TO DECEMBER 31, K? (Which, I don't know how I'll feel by then, but probably more fearful than anything else.)
Tonight, though, my coworkers started considering the nuts and bolts of me no longer covering my usual shifts. "Wait, wait, you work THREE evenings EVERY WEEK, right? And EVERY Saturday! That's... I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO WORK MORE EVENINGS AND SATURDAYS!" For that I trot out the big, toothy grin and say "I have no sympathy whatsoever for your complaints. AR AR AR!"
Now if only I could figure out where I stashed that birth certificate, dammit.
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But we have been short-staffed for at least three years, with people leaving and being "replaced" by part-timers taking on some more hours, but never as many as the person had who left. Mostly people get frustrated as we are not able to do the other work we need to get done. However, in my case I have had less work to do, partly because the library's new floor model made parts of my job obsolete, and partly because some of the things I did are no longer needed with the new ILS. This was probably why I keep being scheduled for the Rover shifts that I am physically unable to cover now- I'm the only one with nothing else going on.
And I will be VERY HAPPY to no longer be Roving.
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