You still here?

Yep! But not for long. Tomorrow (4-27) is my last day at The Home Depot, BUT Friday is a vacation day and I’m retiring on 4-30. My first official Big R day is Monday, May 1. That’s a significant day – it’s never beenĀ my favorite date because it marks the anniversary of my mother’s death in 1986. That started a new chapter for me – I often said my life was tinged with sadness after she died. That’s another blog post for sure. So, it’s fitting that May 1 will mark another new chapter – and that’s a complete coincidence.

One of the most gratifying thing about retiring is that everyone suddenly asks for your advice. It makes me feel very important. Many years ago, I read somewhere that if you are trying to make a good impression on someone, ask them for their advice. That makes them feel important and they will love you for that. I’m lovin’ many people right now, because I’m dispensing lots and lots of very wise advice. One quick piece is, “Head down, mouth shut.” It makes sense – don’t raise your head above the parapet (or cube wall) or it might get knocked off. And once you say something, you can never take it back. That’s part of the advice I give new married couples. I often get asked for marriage advice (I guess Cedric and I are experts as we’ve been married nearly 39 years) – and my advice is often, “Bite your tongue.” Again, don’t say something that can’t be taken back. You can think all you like, but keep that mouth shut and that tongue still. I wish I would take my own advice sometimes!

But it’s been another day of “lasts” – last Step class in the gym – and the instructor had me at the front of the class doing the cool down … I got a few shimmies in there … yep, belly dancing shimmies (another blog post to come); last evening checking my email on my iPhone; last time doing laundry when I get home – that’s one of the things I’m going to enjoy. I’ll be doing laundry in the morning and not having to jump up from the dinner table when the cycle ends. People are also asking me what I’m going to enjoy most – I think the Big R will give me the gift of time – time to do the ironing when I want and not Sunday afternoon. Ironing? Yep, I LOVE ironing. I love it so much that I have a very expensive Italian beech ironing board permanently set up in the bedroom. I iron and starch almost everything – certainly bed linen, Cedric’s hankies, our table napkins and anything cotton. I love the repetitive movement and the smell and the way everything stacks up neatly on the rack. I’ve always loved the song, “Dashing away with the smoothing iron.” Google it. I’d love to barter ironing for, say, eggs, honey or a massage. If you live in the Vinings and keep bees or chickens, let me know.

So, tomorrow, here I come. Last time walking through the doors using my access badge – the next time I visit, I will have to sign in. The lobby of The Home Depot corporate office is very impressive – how will I feel tomorrow morning? I’ll either float or trip over my own darned feet – I’ll let you know in the next posting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another day closer

No customization on my site yet – that likely will wait until the Big R (aka retirement). But packing up a desk after 17 years, albeit a few different desks, cubes, floors, is much like moving house. I’m finding odd objects at the back of each drawer that prompt memories and laughter: the picture of a mouse taped to a binder clip that my dear friend, Dawn, made to remind me to plug my mouse into its cradle each night; pictures and more pictures, each with a story – one of me with President George W. Bush at a store in Baltimore when he shook my hand, walked on, and then came back and told me he had stayed with Queen Elizabeth at Buckingham Palace; aprons and more aprons, some hand-painted especially for me, one with the Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes to commemorate my citizenship; thank-you notes, many of them for baby booties I have knitted (more on that project later); a copy of one very rude post on our social media site asking if anyone ever proofreads anything on the internal news site – wow, that one hurt; but it’s like with anything – all the millions and millions of words we write and, boom, one inaccuracy and a complaint in the HUGEST font ever. Oh well, you can’t win them all. My favorite complaint post was one accusing me of being a sock puppet because I always said nice things in the comments section. Ouch!

Today, I placed my access badge on the photocopier and made a copy of my picture because I’ll have to give up my badge on the Big R day. It’s me looking 17 years younger. I never lost my badge although it went through the washing machine a few times. My hairstyle doesn’t look too bad, except it’s blonde, highlights very straight and I have bangs. I also have a lot of thick hair – that was before chemo, so now I have wispy, thin hair that has a wave to it – my mother would be thrilled. She spent hours perming my hair when I was little, trying to get it to curl. I digress, but losing your hair during chemo is no fun (more on that whole saga later), although I did have a wig that made me look like Sophia Loren and I never had a bad-hair day. That was in 2010-2011 and you just never really forget. All the memorabilia is in a huge box and I’ll catalogue and sort it out after the Big R.

This morning was my last Monday waking up at 6 a.m. with the alarm – now, that I won’t miss. But with each passing hour, the reality that I am really leaving The Home Depot is sinking in. When you work for a company that’s part of the fabric of society, for a company whose name you don’t need to spell on the telephone, and for a company that most everyone admires, you feel proud and privileged. I only have a few days left – just three more days where the very first thing I do each morning is change my voice mail greeting giving the day’s date so a caller knows it’s current. That’s something I’ve done every morning with hardly an exception for 17 years – you do the math, that’s a lot of greetings. Yep, there will be a lot of adjustment ahead – not least not knowing what day it is!

Retirement, here I come!

This is the post excerpt.

Well, here I go – my first retirement blog post. I’m not quite retired, but this has been the longest farewell concert ever. That’s the problem with giving too much notice – I keep seeing co-workers in the elevator and they ask, “Haven’t you gone yet?” Nope, but soon. My last day with the No. 1 retailer in the world, aka The Home Depot, will be Thursday, April 27. Meanwhile, they gave me the biggest and the best retirement party – it’s the standard against which all retirement parties will be graded. More later, once I figure out how to add pictures and get a home page set up.