It’s Been 10 Years!

It was ten years ago today that I stepped outside the radio stations that had been my home for the past 29 years. I left behind a lifetime of memories, of sporting events, and celebrity interviews, and sales calls. Come to think of it, there really wasn’t much of anything that I didn’t do at those stations during my tenure there. Maybe engineering. The engineers really hated it when I fouled up their equipment.

But I learned a lot in the last ten years!

I learned that there are a lot of people that as they get older, they tend to get very locked in to their certain way of thinking. I’m that way too. You can’t change their minds. I used to pride myself on being able to change people’s minds when it came to politics, or life’s lessons. These days, I tell people that I would have a hard time convincing some of the people I live around that the sky is blue.

I learned that while most people are good people, there are a lot of jerks and idiots out there. It was instilled in me at an early age that I should pay it forward, and help people out. You would never know when you needed the help. It’s been lessons like that I have lived with throughout life, and to be truthful rarely if ever get burned. But there are jerks out there, and the older they are the more idiocy and bigger jerk is displayed. And there isn’t anything you can do to lighten the mood on that one.

I’ve learned that while people are generally happy, there are people that will never be happy.There’s nothing you can do about it.

I’ve found out that the older you get, the less important money seems to be, especially if you have some. I know people that are basically destitute because either they never planned for emergencies or life’s little bends and turns, or because they just never planned. And so, they’ve spent their retirement living on next to nothing.

I have found that I have a love of telemarketers, which is weird when you think of it. While most people have gone the extra mile in figuring out how to avoid getting those annoying calls telling people how they can get car warranties, or home warranties, or the billions of scam calls coming from India, Russia, or Malaysia, I seem to thrive on them. I invite them. In fact, if I have the time, I try to keep them on the phone for as long as possible. The way I see it, the longer I keep them talking to me, the less time they’ll be talking to other people.

I never understood why it is Jerry Seinfeld made so much fun of people who would go out to dinner at 4pm, and be in bed by 7:30! Of course, that was before I started eating dinner around 4 or 4:30pm, and usually head back to the bedroom to wind down around 7 or 8 o’clock. And yes, I’m usually up about 4:30am or 5am. I’ve always been a morning person, but I usually would hit the hay around 10pm or so.

Getting old doesn’t mean you stop learning. Retiring doesn’t mean that you sit in some rocking chair on the front porch waiting for the mailman to arrive. It can be exciting, it can mean a lot of travel, seeing loved ones, and places you’ve always wanted to visit but haven’t been able to get to while you were working.

As far as my old job is concerned, let me just say, I left broadcasting at the right time. It’s become one of the worst industries to work in over the past ten years. Corporations that know nothing of radio and television have heavily invested in those industries, and have lost a ton of money…much to the dismay of the professionals that prepared a lifetime for their careers. I don’t miss my old job in the slightest. And that was the biggest thing I learned.

No one is irreplaceable.

Carry on world…you’re dismissed!

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