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Applying for Work?
This was not on my radar in retirement
I find myself facing a conundrum I did not expect. I am considering applying for a job. I’ve done it lots of times across my working life. Usually successfully.
Once when I completed an interview for a position, the hiring committee told me I was overqualified and should cross town and apply for a job with a different organization that they knew was looking for a manager. I did, and I got that job instead.
When my husband and I wanted to move to a new community on an Island nearby, we agreed we would both look for jobs and whoever got the first one would start working there. The other would stay behind, looking after our only seven (at the time ) kids and staying with their current job until the house sold. Oh, and caring for my aging father, too. That would be the most fun ever.
My husband swore that it would not be him who got left behind, but indeed, I got the job offer before he did. I came home on weekends, and unfortunately, it took months to sell the house. I was tired of the commute by then (two hours on a ferry and a bit of driving at each end). Most definitely, he had the darkest part of the deal and was exhausted by his contribution. I promised him a medal (that I never gave him) at the end of it all, when we were finally reunited under the same roof.
