You would think since tomorrow is the last Monday I'll ever be working, I wouldn't have my typical Sunday evening blues tonight. It's no secret. I hate Mondays. I especially hate Monday mornings, and most people at work (at least the smart ones) know not to try and talk to me until lunchtime on Mondays.
I hate Mondays because inevitably during the weekend, I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to accomplish before starting the new workweek. I hate Mondays because it seems so very long away from Friday. I hate Mondays because I slept in on Saturday and Sunday and so it is really hard for me to get up on time on Monday morning. I hate Mondays because I ALWAYS weigh a couple pounds more on Monday morning than I did on Friday morning.
But you would think I would be bouncing off the walls with happiness tonight since tomorrow is my last Monday of gainful employment. I'm not, and I'm not sure why.
For one thing, I don't believe it. Yes, I've been talking about retirement incessantly since last May, but I have to say, it still doesn't feel real. Of course I know it is real, Friday is my last day as a working stiff. But it doesn't feel like it's actually true. I really do not believe it.
I guess the reality that I am not indispensable is also settling in. I've done this job for over 17 years now, and very much enjoyed operating under the delusion that only I could do the job THIS well. Not so, many, many people can do this job AT LEAST as well as I have (and most likely better!) It's sad but true; I am dispensable.
I am hoping that Mondays will soon become my very favorite day of the week. That will be the day that everyone ELSE has to go to work except me. And maybe next Sunday night I will even believe that I am, indeed, retired.
It's funny - Mondays STILL aren't a favorite of mine. I don't have to go to work... but my friends do. I miss them after socializing during the weekends. My remedy? Plan to do something I love to do on Monday morning (for now, that's writing).
Posted by: Millionaire Mommy Next Door | February 25, 2008 at 01:31 PM
Wow, I hadn't really thought of that, there actually IS a downside to everyone else going off to work (at least the ones I would like to play with!)
It will be very interesting to see how reality turns out compared to my expectations, huh?
Posted by: Retired Syd | February 25, 2008 at 01:55 PM
Aah, we are in the same boat. I felt overworked, quit my working retirement assignment and today was my last Monday at it (hopefully). And yes, I also gained a pound since Friday, even though I spent half of the sunday digging in the garden and another half taking long walks on the beach. It must be one of those mysteries... Anyway I should have more time now to follow the important things in the word, like is there going to be a new Balkan war due to Serbs' reaction to Kosowo, will Nigeria guiet down, is Obama really in danger of assasination and - when relearning Spanish in Puerto Rico (from Spanish Spanish) should I really forget the 2nd person plural - which they don't use here and mispronounce Castillan or Andalusian Spanish the Boriqua way? (Just as I learned to misprounounce Latin the Anglo-American way in the USA);-)
Posted by: Minerva | February 25, 2008 at 04:04 PM
With all that I don't really believe you were bored (or that anything happened to your brain) when you were fully retired!
Congratulations on you second retirement, then! Hope we're both having a blast next Monday!
Posted by: Retired Syd | February 25, 2008 at 07:53 PM
I find I'm always a little depressed when a big change comes along, even if it's a change that I'm excited for and have planned for. It takes a little while for me to feel balanced again. Only three more days!
Posted by: Elizabeth | February 26, 2008 at 05:17 PM
Sunday evenings are awful. But then if I didnt have that job, I could be living my life well or afford going out. Damn. Now, I am planning to marry a rich guy. A bit older as well. I am 24.
Posted by: Pepper | April 27, 2008 at 10:16 AM