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I don't miss my job at all, although I always enjoyed what I did for a living. But after over 40 years, I was happy to be done. At least for now, lol. The people I do miss though.
You guys are missing your colleagues, I don't. Most of my friends retired before I did and the new generation of teachers were, let's say they were insufferable to be around.
I do miss some people I worked with 40 years ago and a couple guys I was in flight school with.
I hated my last job before I retired and that's why I went early at age 63. I never for a minute missed it, only rejoiced in not having to step foot in that place again.
I can't answer the OP's question because I've only been retired for 2 1/2 years & my worst day in that time has been better than my best day at the cubicle farm.
My mother retired just last month. I asked her to tell me candidly if she missed anything at all about working and she said "no, not a thing." She said that she had never felt so free in her life and it was like being on a summer vacation that will never end. She literally threw away the alarm clock next to her bed.
Seriously, you must have a pathetically boring life if you would miss working.
Really? I guess if you had pathetically boring jobs that would be true. How sad that so many here equate misery with their careers of the last 30 or 40 years! Talk about your messed up objectives. I guess I Never realized how lucky I am! My life, even besides my career, is not boring in the least, for me.
As others mentioned, I miss the smart people I was privileged to know and work with for decades. Highly educated, extremely smart, diverse, demanding, interesting thinkers. I benefitted from the experience. Really miss that. The day-to-day grind, of course not. Now I sleep til noon and do what I please when I please. It's been almost seven years now. Took me four years, at least, to get out of the mental "work" mode. Dreamt about the place for years. Not recently, however.
When I retire (unfortunately 20-30 years away), what I'll miss least about working is all of the forced interaction with people I don't really like or care about, the fake small talk and pleasantries, and social expectations of the workplace.
My mother retired just last month. I asked her to tell me candidly if she missed anything at all about working and she said "no, not a thing." She said that she had never felt so free in her life and it was like being on a summer vacation that will never end. She literally threw away the alarm clock next to her bed.
Seriously, you must have a pathetically boring life if you would miss working.
O.K., it is a sad and regrettable reality that many people hate their jobs. That has been attested to by many posters in this thread, as if any more proof were needed. It is a logical conclusion that people who hated their jobs will not "miss" those jobs when they stop doing them. No argument possible there.
But what I don't get is why it is necessary to be obnoxiously insulting toward other people who derive(d) satisfaction, fulfillment, gratification, and pleasure from their jobs. Why is it so hard to grasp the idea that just because you have had a particular personal experience doesn't mean that other people could have had a different personal experience? Why universalize your particular personal experience? I like classical music, but I am under no illusion that my enjoyment of it is universal, and I have no desire to be obnoxious and insulting toward those who do not enjoy classical music.
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