On page 14 of my novel,JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED, I wrote:
And that was it. I got up the next morning and didn’t go to work. I retired.
And last week, I did. I retired.
I didn’t have a big send-off. There was a lovely party for me way back in September. But then circumstances changed, and the company sought Replacement #2 – so I stayed on a while. But an excellent successor to my successor was eventually found, and so I was able to pack my things and go.
(By the way, I know that some folks say (probably thinking of me in particular) that one always feels possessive of one’s job, and never believes that anyone will ever do it as well. Not true. My replacement is terrific, and he can do the job every bit as well as I ever could. I predict that…
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