I don't miss it and keep myself pretty busy with various projects and hobbies. I will say I miss many of the people I worked with and the social aspect of that. I can't say I'm the most sociable person, so I do get a little lonely at times.

My job was two weeks straight of 12 hour days and then two weeks off. So really, it kind of felt like retirement at anyway during the off times.

I retired. Burned through my bucket list in a few months. I enjoyed the relief from the pressure of running a business and having to answer to clients and employees.

Gradually I began to miss the thrill of success and conquest. Who knew, but my company had become my identity over the decades and I missed it.

Got a call from a previous associate early last year to help resolve a critical problem in California. It became a temporary gig and the thrill was back.

I’m semi retired now since that gig evolved into an opportunity to create another business. Mrs DF is happy to see the old me back and I work only half of the month on average.

I loved my job for 25 years and liked it for 5. Retired at 55 and don’t miss it in the slightest. What really shocked me is I don’t even think about it in the slightest.

I do not miss it one bit.

On property now and still acclimating to Tennessee humidity (born, raised, and retired in San Diego) and the only downside is not getting outside to work due to weather. Waiting for the fall.

My achievement(s) will now be measured in the amount of property I can clean up (LOTS of undergrowth)

One BIG plus to being retired, I DO NOT need to associate with a-holes, even so called friends.

For example, had a friend I met while in the Navy circa 1991. A few times he asked me why Trump was doing something or said something. This friend does not understand geopolitics or "trolling."

I finally had enough a few weeks ago and final straw was when I explained the Iran thing (he asked a moronic question about attacking Iran since there was no proof they've attacked us -[recently]) and his response was that I have TDS syndrome - Trump Dick Sucking syndrome.

I didn't even respond, just blocked him.

Don't need to deal with shit and I ain't putting up with it from anyone anymore.

No.

Nope.
I retired got a nice pension with health care and went to another department paying me more to work less with a way better schedule.
I do not consider my new job work.

Don’t miss the work at all.

I do miss my co workers. They were the best.

I miss some of the people and some aspects of the work. But, it is an unethical and immoral hellhole.

I retired 18 months ago and don’t miss it at all.
Spent a little over 20 years at my last job. 15 years were ok, then they hired an hr vp who was an over educated white liberal women. Before I knew it everything was dei this dei that. Didn’t realize the stress I was under until I retired. Lost 60 pounds. Now I have time to do my hobbies.

Sometimes. I really liked the work I did, and most of those I worked with, still, retirement is great too, we get up with the sun, and there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day; I keep pretty busy.

Not really, miss the people, and there were aspects of the job and business that would still make things interesting and enjoyable. But I worked long enough to that the components I didn’t enjoy outweighed staying. So, in my mind, I have no regrets.

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Originally posted by oldbill123:

it is an unethical and immoral hellhole.

Must have been an interesting job.

Not one bit.


I was always work to live, not live to work.

I retired in June of 2017. I really liked my job, and got a lot out of it, but it was time to leave. I've got plenty of things to do to keep me busy nowadays, and I don't miss my paying job at all.

My wife and I both retired on the same day, 11 years ago. We’ve had the opportunity to winter in both Mexico and Florida. We moved from Montana to Arizona 4 years ago and never looked back. Retirement is a gas.

Not one FN bit.
The first 10 years of my career was exciting! Riding around on a fire truck in the 5th largest city in the US was a blast.
The second decade had some of the shine taken off of it but could still could get royally pumped for some calls.

Never really did get “pumped” for first aid calls…they were going to be a great save or a complete shit show depending on who lived or died and under what circumstances.
I had too much to worry about on most of those calls being that me and my medic partner were the ones responsible for the outcome.

The third decade wasn’t exciting and fire calls were just going to be HOT, DIRTY and ASS KICKING.
Fighting fire in 110+ heat wearing 80 pounds of gear had lost some of its luster.
Losing 10+ pounds of water weight, rehydrate, then lose 10 more.

The last “kid” I intubated was 17 going on 30, looked like a meth head with all the scabs on her arms and crossed the median plowing into a family.
She was laying with her ass in the front seat and her head and neck in the backseat. Had to crawl in on the rear passenger door and tube her from there.

My wife’s grandmother would ask me if “I was bored yet” after retiring.
I finally told her that I’m NOT bored not hearing a child screaming about their dead parent or a parent screaming about their dead child. She quit asking after that.
(Might have been harsh but I was tired of it)

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Originally posted by SigFan:
Every day is Saturday!

Dad said, "Every day is Saturday. And that's great, except for the days when your mom wants something done on Saturday."

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For you retired guys, do you miss work?

Hell no!

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For you retired guys, do you miss work?

No, I do not miss work. I was concerned that I would. I was pleasantly surprised how easy it was for me to transition into retirement. My time is now my time. I enjoy knowing that.

About as much as an ingrown toenail.