I was having a conversation with a colleague yesterday and the topic of retirement came up. It’s likely that I’ll be unable to retire until I’m 68 (thanks Government peoples!) which leaves me with another 25 years of working life to dredge through.
Then it occurred to me that I’ve also been working for 25 years. I got my first full-time job when I was 18 (putting pieces of paper into numerical order for a credit agency – yawn!) before joining the RAF when I was nearly 19. 25 years gone and 25 to go – I’m halfway through my working life!
I guess this is better than being near the end of you life, but it’s still a somewhat depressing realisation. It’s been such a long time since I started work and I’ve got another 25 years to go before I can put my feet up, read the paper and complain about all the crap on daytime TV.
Oh well, better make the most out it. Anyone got any lemons?