"I'm not as good as I once was, but once I'm as good as I ever was."
Supposedly, in September I am going to work per diem. I will work thirty weeks a year without benefits as a way to cut back. I checked what I would get from Social Security if I retired and it may be enough to live in a van and panhandle. Getting old doesn't mean you can 't work sixteen hours a day, it means when you do it takes two days to get over it. It's sort of like a hangover without the fun. After a few moments of deliberation I decided to work three more years per diem instead of one more year of full time.
I just see what happens to old guys sitting in rocking chairs. Their world shrinks and becomes just one big quest for finding a BOGO on frozen yogurt. This is all made possible by my successful spouse who has a power job with a REAL hospital. For some men their goal in life is to marry a "go-getter". In the morning they take their wife to work, then at night they "go-get-her".
For now I'll remain the grumpy old guy at work. Someone has to stick around and tell the residents that everything they learn in class is crap. Plus we just hired two new guys. The fact that I won't be the only guy working with six women gives me pause for hope.