A day at work:
Up at 6, get ready, out at 6.45 Grab something to take to work for breakfast. Lift into town from DH.
Walk to office, get in lift, worried and stressed about what the day might bring or that something I did yesterday wasn't up to scratch. Colleague who I work closely with is already in the office, looking like she has just stepped out of a beauty salon. Politely say good morning, ask her if she is OK. She tosses her hair and tells me about the perfect evening she had with her perfect family. Other colleagues meander in, some say good morning, some only say it to the people who they consider 'matter'.
Run around like a blue a***d fly all morning. Listen to colleagues' gossip/sniping/worries etc. Nip out at lunch time in and out of shops getting stuff for other people 'seeing as you work in town could you get me such and such' Back into the office, run around again, trying to do my best which isn't good enough for some. Off to the bus stop at 3.30 or so, crammed onto the buss with all sorts pushing and shoving. Get off the bus, 20 minute walk home, tidy up, prepare a meal, flop in the chair, go to bed, prepare to start again.
Today (retired)
Up at 8.30. Coffee, fruit juice, porridge and fruit.
Watch a squirrel cavorting in the garden.
The sun comes out eventually. DH says 'shall we pop out for lunch?'
Hop on a bus (with our free bus passes), have a nice cheap lunch, sit outside the pub in a tree lined courtyard. Get back on the bus, saunter home, have a cup of tea, put my feet up and read my book.
Now let me think - work or retirement..........