I heard that Corporate America has granted some of their employees a “personal day”. They just take off without any questions and do whatever they please.
No one I’ve ever worked for offered that perk. In the newspaper business you worked Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter or whenever the fire truck rolled.
My aunt Emma, who taught at a Junior College for 25 years, said she got six personal days a year. I’ve decided to take 12.
So, today is my personal day for February. I have decided to unplug and just hang out with myself. I’m not going to check my mail or return phone calls. I will snuggle up in a blanket with Rebel and Lucky Dawg and watch some old movies. Jack Lemon is on now. He’s talking on a telephone with a cord and getting his news off the radio. How long has it been since you’ve done that?
I will cry when sappy moments occur and I will laugh when I feel like it. I will enjoy the rest of the Triffle Marie made for our Super Bowl Party along with Lamar’s Duck L’orange. (I threw that in to make you think we are sophisticated – we’re not, but we’re trying.)
I’ll sing “That Old Time Rock and Roll,” the tune Marie has programmed into her phone to alert that I’m calling. It communicates my philosophy of entertainment:
“Just take those old records off the shelf, I’ll sit and listen to ’em by m’self. Today’s music ain’t got the same soul I like that old time rock and roll. The kinda music just soothes the soul I reminisce about the days of old with that old time rock and roll.”
Call me a relic call me what’cha will. Say I’m old fashioned, say I’m over the hill.Today’s music ain’t got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll.
It was a great personal day. I can’t wait for my March personal day. Retirement rocks.