To be (a worker) or not to be.

Or, to rephrase, to retire or not to retire.  

It is hard to get it just right.  To be fed up, but not around the bend.  To feel like I've contributed enough, but not wrung out.  Right now I am predicting that I will feel sufficiently fed up and contributed out at the end of next school year.  And now that I have predicted that, it has become a self-fulfilling prophecy.  I'm counting on getting out of here in May 2010.  Every new little irritation is an opportunity for me to shrug it off or add it to my list of why I need to retire.  Once you start the retirement list, it just starts growing and growing.  I think of my younger colleagues and wonder how they continue to accept unreasonable responsibilities or accommodate goofy ideas from superiors.  Yikes!  What keeps me going now is that ultimate ending of my 9-5 work life...  And the beginning of the bliss of doing what I want!

This is my junior year.  Next year I'll be a senior and I'll own the hallways.  No one will dare tell me what to do.  haha