by Rebecca O'Dwyer
I was talking to a gentleman at a party on the weekend who has just retired from a 35 year stint in a government agency. He worked his way up the ranks and, when I asked him if he enjoyed his job, he replied ‘I did to begin with but, by the time I left, it had become stressful, and totally unsatisfying.’ When probed, he explained that he had become bored with the repetitive nature of the role and that new projects just didn’t hold any interest for him as they once used to. My Father was party to the conversation, a retired farmer who left school at 15 to join the family business and officially retires this week – aged 72.
I shared with our new friend, light-heartedly, that I enjoyed variety in my working life and had already had a number of different careers, and I was still in my fourth decade! My Father was so irritated, he literally couldn’t stand there and listen to me sharing an overview of my chequered work history to date, and walked away from the discussion – but not before showing me his anger and judgement.