Older persons at work

Older Appreciated Person at Work

My last year as been a time of change for me. Everything changing at the same time seems almost fitting, in a chaotic type of way.  As I pass into my fifties, being “older,” I say goodbye to many things that seemly belong to my pre50’s life. I’m not really giving up anything major, occasional hot pants perhaps; I bet they are frowned upon, for many reasons, after 50 anyway. I mean,

I’ve read you shouldn’t go bare-legged in public post 50; surely your ass cheeks shouldn’t hang out; but I digress..

I’m giving up my previous work of 18 years to go where they are actually excited to have me, post 50 and menopausal female, on board. Not that I was unappreciated at my old job, I think I just became part of the background noise. I was like the hum of the refrigerator: you never hear it when it’s running, only when it stops working would you notice.

A friend asked if he heard an office was looking for someone just like me; I was scared, change after 18 years, who me? The interview went better than expected; I was quite surprised to hear I was needed on their team. Suddenly, the warmth of the sun of appreciation caressed my face, it felt good.

I felt elated, more appreciated than I had in many years; yet it frightened me to think of changing what I knew so well.

Today is a first day for me, a new job, not big deal in everyday life or in the larger scheme of things. For me it is a rebirth of sorts, as I feel that I’ve just let go of a very stressful past and I am about to open to door to a bright future. I now work for an office centered around fitness and is very excited to have me, and my job skills, on board.

My new office has as much to offer me, as I have to offer them; we are excited to have met each other.

I’m leaving an office with an expressed a desire to employ only cute, svelte, twenty somethings, which I’m not. Joining an office that appreciates the older experienced women.

Fifty and appreciated, isn’t life grand..