Retired. Another year and seven months.
But what will change?
I ride of to work at 6 AM, wearing jeans and a polo.
Cross the traffic of the bussiest port in the world.
See the company Audi's and BMW
's of eager young men in gray suits and brown shiny shoes get larger in my mirrors
untill there's less than a foot between them and me so I can see there clearasil faces earning less than half my salary...
Enter a yard with the friendliest gate watchmen you can think of.
Who ask for ID every day also when they told you yesterday it was a beautifull day, because they build for the Navy...
Park the car on a parking with no white lines because some digging machine is busy with data cables.
Where there is white it's sea gull sh!t from the gulls who make nests and scream while the enjoy makeing little gulls and eat crab (yes with a B).
Enjoy dirty coffeemachine coffee with too much water, not enough black, and sugar that tastes like chemicals...
Go back to the car to go home and find a red banner beneath the wiper that says I did not park between the white lines so I risk loosing my on site parking permit.
Ride to the gate, give the banner to the friendiest watchmen you can think of, tell him I'll behave better tomorrow and indeed it is a beautifull day...
Do you really think I want to miss all that to sit watching the potted plants grow and watch my neighbour cut the grass with nail scissors?
NO. NO. NO. I'll continue. But not a complete week.