Getting Old Sucks

I turned 67 in 2012 and I understand that is not an earth shaking or historical event. I retired when I turned 62 choosing a lowered monthly benefit. But I figure what difference does it make whether I get a little less each month for a longer period of time or wait and get a little more for a shorter period of time. I have no real major pension savings from my years of working. I figured I could use this monthly amount as a savings account and still work. I knew I could only make a certain amount until I turned 65. My company downsized and I found myself looking for work I put in apps all up and down the strip and landed a cashier's job at minimum wage, I was overwhelmed with the company who would hire someone my age and with only a diploma from high school.

As a child I was conditioned to be a mommy when I grew up. No such thing as continuing education, I knew  nothing of college. When people would ask,"What do you want to be when you grow up little girl"? My reply would be, "A Mommy" I can say with great pride "I have achieved my goal, my son is my greatest achievement."

Sorry... for a minute  there I lost my train of thought. Old peeps are allowed to do that.  Anyway, I was first excited.  I thought OMG!  Someone wants me to work for them. Then I was afraid. What should I wear? What time was that interview for again?  I better write it down. I wonder What I will be doing, I prefer to be behind the scenes whenever I can when I work. I didn't want to work full time, after all I thought, I'm retired. My objective was to "have a place to roost until I could no longer work", maybe 15 to 20 hours a week.  I was hoping this theory would work, and for how long. I have my share of aches and pains and some mornings they are worse than others. I had to put myself out there again. I had to prove  myself to someone with authority one more time.