Saturday's Cold

Here it is, Saturday, and I've tucked myself in bed for the day.  Someone came to work carrying in some kind of cold germs and they jumped on me, attacked me and I'm down for the count ... well, for the day anyways.  I hate having colds:  the nasal drip is irritating, but worse is the draining down the throat that makes it feel scratchy.  The only thing that makes it feel better is eating, especially warm soup.  I keep wondering if adding something with some really hot sauce will burn it off???  But that's just wishful thinking, I suppose.

There are rumors running rampant around my BigBox Store about a possible change to my position.  I can't imagine what they're thinking at the highest levels -- I realize that long term employees make more $$ in the hourly rate, and that payroll is one controllable expense.  But those same long term employees are the glue holding things together, who still know how things should be done.  But in the overall, I've seen some major changes in my 18 years, some good, some not so good - and those went back to the old ways because that's what worked best.  *smh*

What this all means is that at some point, my job will be eliminated, and now what will I do??  I'm nearly 60 years old, I've done retail for the past 18, and what kind of position could I get now????   Ugh. 
I just have to hang in another 7 years before I can retire at full benefit. That's my goal.

And yet, I think about retirement and wonder what I would DO every day??  The only time I wasn't employed was the 4 years I spent raising six kids ... and THAT kept me very busy.  So what does someone do when you're retired?  My parents, they babysat grandkids.  But I only have one, and she's 16 now.  *sigh* 

The other thing that revolves 'round and 'round in my head is getting my affairs together, getting my living trust in order, then what?  Planning my funeral?  These are depressing thoughts at the moment, because I don't actually *feel* like I'm 60.  Unless you count the morning creaks and moans as I tumble myself out of bed. 

So I have to make the best of these next seven years and ... preparing myself.
Who said these years would be Golden??