Saying So Long to a Career

I was a hurry to get started and a hurry to have it done. But holy Maynard G Krebs, did I get some work done along the way.

For nearly 41 years, without a lot of pomp and circumstance, I marched off to work every day and with few exceptions, always looked forward to going to work and was good at what I did.

And later this week, that will all come to an end, at least the 8-5, full-time, career-type work and job will be no more. I will begin embarking on a transition into the next stage of life often referred to as retirement.

I actually started working at jobs over 50 years ago-taking out the trash and burning it in the oil barrel behind the house is my first concrete memory of having a job. As the oldest boy in a family of 8 children, being given the responsibility of starting fires in the backyard was a big deal. There were numerous paper routes, lawn mowing and leaf raking jobs,  shoveling snow, even babysitting for the 3 Peterson boys down the street…….. anything for a buck or two.

My first job working at a real job was at McDonalds where I signed on in November of 1968 on the day I turned 16. Who else remembers when McDonalds was a male-only workplace?  After starting on the milkshake machine, I worked my way up the ladder to top-grill chef and was awarded with an Employee-of-the-Month in August of 1969. I was a McDonald’s guy from my sophomore year in high school well  into my  sophomore year in college, except for a 9 month stint at Charlie’s Super Value when I thought the grocery store grass looked greener than my “I smell-like a french fry” side of the street.

On the journey to the end, I pumped gas, detassled corn, drove a school bus, painted barns and even worked in the stockroom of the women’s dept. at a Woolco store where I hung bras along with other female garments.

Of course, as a musician, I played in all kinds of bands and musical groups, including a ricky-ticky dance where the trombone player would leap off the bandstand during the stop-time section of “Me and My Shadow” while wearing one of those life-like pig masks and tap danced while the band leader nonchalantly crooned “Harold Strasburg, the dancing pig!” into the microphone.  Harold was a county sheriff’s deputy in his day job, thus the pig mask, I guess. No, you can’t make this stuff up.

In May of 1975, 2 weeks after graduating from music school, I found myself living in a small town (300 people small) in north central Iowa teaching instrumental music as I begun the only career role I ever considered since 7^th grade. I spent 10 years teaching in several Iowa school districts where I experienced some of the best and most challenging moments of my work life.

After 10 years of teaching in small town Iowa, I headed back to Des Moines without a plan for what I do next.  I stumbled into a job selling electronics in a Midwest-based department store chain. I loved retail  and was promoted to a store Human Resources manager and worked my way into the corporate office in Omaha, Nebraska, where I discovered a niche as a training and development guy, specializing in the “people side” of the business. But as business goes, this retail company ran into financial troubles and closed in 1991 and I managed to escape just in time to avoid the blood bath of layoffs and store closings.

I went back to school for a Masters in Counseling to work as a licensed mental health counselor which took me down I-80 to  Lincoln, NE to work for an  Employee Assistance Program,  where I met Georgette who worked there. So all that advice about not getting involved with someone you work with....I guess you could say I struck the good fortune “lotto” when I took that career turn. It was also during the 90’s when I found my speaking and storytelling voice and began conducted seminars on everything from supervisory skills, personal development-- even Humor in the Workplace. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of appearances where countless thousands of individuals got to experience my shtick.

In 1999, I went to work for the Gallup Organization, which gave me a bigger stage to perform, from LA to NYC, and even to the Netherlands where Dutch saw the humor in my McDonalds employee of the month photo. My mission was to help managers and leaders bring out the best in their people and build strong workplaces.  I spent time in a plethora of organizations ranging from the Federal Government  agencies (think Bourne Identity) to Toyota, Best Buy, and even the first sub-prime mortgage company to fall in the meltdown of 2008 and worked with and for a bunch of smart, interesting and talented people.  I spent a ton of time in hotels, rental cars and airports and so after 12 years, it was time to stay home. In 2011, I took on a role as a leadership and management consultant for Boys Town, located here in Omaha.

Along the way, I encouraged, taught, listened, laughed and provided perspective. I’m sure I was a pain in the ass at times to several of my managers and am quite sure there were a few folks who did not like working with me. But mostly, I saw myself as one of the good guys.

Through all of that, I never got fired, downsized, laid-off, shown the door, or had my seat moved. I did get a warning once for calling the baby ugly in front of the wrong person in the wrong setting (hey, the baby was ugly!), but I was really lucky. Really, really lucky.

Which brings us to the here and now-I was all set to end my career next July (2016) in the job I had been in for the past 5 years……and it would have been so easy to just bide my time,  taking the easier and softer way. But no, I had to throw caution (and comfort) to the wind and sign-on for one more adventure, this time with a start-up health care clinic that promised  all kinds of great things. Well, it has certainly was an adventure unlike anything I've ever experienced, but long story short, I decided to move my retirement from July 2016 to December 18, 2015, about 6 months earlier than planned.

I’ve been on a bit of an emotional roller coaster the past week or two—feelings of sadness, relief, excitement, mild anxiety, anticipation, acceptance, but mostly pride and contentment. What started at McDonalds, then took me to teaching music lessons in a school lunchroom, to the halls of a building in Washington, DC, is coming to an end.

I think I know myself pretty well by now. I got so much out just being in a workplace every day-I looked forward to meeting new people, connecting with those I already knew, being useful, having a purpose, and being good at what I did. Those needs aren’t going to go away at 4 pm on December 18^th. I’ll have to find a new way to fulfill that part of me.

Gone will be the low-level anticipation on Sunday nights with the wondering about what the week will bring. In its place will be uncompressed time-what has been described to me by most retired folks I’ve talked to as a new found freedom to put space and time between the events of the day, the events being only things you choose to do.

I’ll get a part-time job for a while, at least. I’m looking forward to going for “walking times” with Georgette and Grace, the beagle. I’m going to try to start my day a bit later and hit the gym just after the early morning rush hour. Lunch on the patio overlooking the garden on those spring days that Georgette used to text me at work about. Spending more time everyday futzing in the garden. Got a whole bunch of stuff (or shit) in the basement to sort through and dispose of (sell, barter, donate or trash). There are grandchildren in Florida and Kansas City. Time to write more, read more, manage less, maybe even learn how to take a mid-afternoon nap.

I’ve been lucky, I did not get cheated at all in the work part of my life. No regrets at all. Now it is time to take advantage of time and good health to live as well as I can and begin to explore the possibilities that lie ahead.

So think of me on the 18^th sometime in the afternoon, quietly walking out the door and across the parking lot to my car. 

Oh, I almost forgot. The Nebraska baseball team opens their season on Feb. 19^th in Charleston, SC. Ball game anyone?