| I hated being a teen ager; could not wait to get out of my parent's home and away from their stupid rules. I also hated Catholic school.
The 20's were somewhat better; there were still a fair number of rules, but by that time, I had a home of my own and knew that some rules were ok, and that if I followed them, I could maintain my own home and not return to my parent's. I spent a lot of my 20's at work to pay for that home and the independence it stood for. By the end of my 20's, I had a husband and an ex husband.
I joined Nortel as a field installer when I was 32. Yee haw! Life BEGAN!!! I was all over the country on their dime and had the time of my life...most every day. Oh yeah, I worked a lot, too, but I had plenty of money for all the fun I wanted to have. And I had a lot. I rode it, I bought it, I ate it, I drank it, I owned it, I did it. All. I wasn't home much and by now, had 2 ex husbands.
I met a nice Grobian when I was 41, and got laid off from Nortel at 42. Brought the Grobian home and we live a comfortable life now. This house is just about paid for. Still got a bunch of the toys Nortel bought me and a so-so job that does not offer much challenge. We're heading for a change, though, I start a new job on the 19th.
Depressed? Not hardly! |