Once you have retired it is too late to wish you had made better plans. Whether you were always struggling to keep your head above water or, like the grasshopper and the ants, were too busy fiddling your life away while others saved for winter; it just doesn't make any difference.

The cold realization that there isn't enough money to both eat and buy medicine soon drives you out of your easy chair to look for work.
As I've said before, my job delivering flowers to lonely women doesn't provide me with enough income to help. I enjoy it, but need actual money.

So once again I paid attention to the road side help wanted signs during my flower runs. You would be surprised at how many there are. Two blocks from the florist was a "part time" help wanted sign at the local Fleet Farm store. For those not familiar with them, they are large general merchandising stores geared more to the farming community. Kind of a pre-Wal-mart, Wal-mart.

I noted down the on-line address and spent half an hour filling out the application. The job I applied for was "gate security" at the outside yard. That consists of checking people into the yard after they have paid for their purchase inside the store. Then I direct them to the proper door where the yard personnel I notify will assist them in loading their large purchase. Last but not least I check the load for accuracy before "cheerfully" opening the gate to wave them through on their way home. Sounds pretty basic, no?

So Friday I got a call from the boss. We discussed a few things and he asked me to come in for a face to face interview on Monday. That was today. The interview and walk through went pretty good, but he won't make a decision for a few days.

This time I'm not counting my chickens before they hatch.
Good thing I like eggs.

Ciao, Papa