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Retirement

In the first month and a half at work, the woman who trained me retired, and my boss retired. It was honestly a bit odd. It really blows my mind how attached to these woman I got in such a short amount of time, and all that they were able to teach me. I definitely had a lot of feels on both of their last days. 

Christine was the one who trained me, and also someone I really enjoyed talking to. We'd always talk about cooking and our husbands and their weird tastes. She was so impressed by Sammy and the fact that he cooks. Christine was always there to help when you needed it. She also showed me that we aren't here to be abused. When people are treating you badly at work, you have the right to walk away. There's a line between listening to someone vent about their frustrations, and when they're taking them out on you. 

Betsy is the one that hired me. She gave me a chance to be in the perfect job for me at this time of my life. She saw something in me, and I'm forever grateful for that. She was blunt at times, but showed me what a good supervisor is like. She was always willing to come out and help us no matter what. She was able to deal with the angriest of people and always had our back. One thing I really appreciated was that she always answered her phone when I transferred someone to her. Betsy had a story for everything. 

She really encouraged me, and told me multiple times to get my Masters in Library Science because I would make a great librarian. While that isn't the path that I want to take, it was really great to hear that from her. I really respected her, and am glad that she was my boss in the real world. 

One thing that's a little intimidating when your co workers retire is hearing how long they've been in the library system. Twenty nine years plus. Twenty nine years! I haven't even lived that long, and I'm going to have to work that long, or Sammy is?! Now that's scary. 

Retirement parties are so bittersweet. I'm guessing that's why there's cake. 

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