I’m thinking this morning about how I retired. When I was ending my last month or so of Civil Service, I was asked did I want some sort of ceremony, audience with the CO or a dinner with the department. Well, I said no to all because I am not a ceremonious sort, nor have I ever really met the CO. If he were a friend of sorts or even worked closely with on a regular basis maybe, but no. Dinner with the department? I hardly knew two people in all of Security. My office was apart of theirs. I knew them in face and some, name only. Why would I want to attend a dinner for me and I not know anyone?
All I asked for was a flag that had been flown over the command. I was told I could not do that because I wasn’t military. I’m thinking, well I was and I am a Veteran of the Vietnam Era, so why not? I was refused and to this date I have nothing other than a boiler plate letter congratulating me for my 28 years of Civil Service. That and a five month wait to see my first retirement check after having spent most all my savings to live until that happened.
Now I have bills that I was going to pay with that and I don’t have any of it. Now I catch what I can running cars. Now I’m taking a class to be certified to substitute teach hoping to make up the difference in what I owe and what I need to buy groceries. Seems that is life, so I deal with it and go on.