Retirement

We had a retirement potluck today at work. I gotta tell ya, I'm not due to retire for another 14 years (If I retire at 55) however, most of my closest friends are retiring within the next year, 2 years on the outside. I'm jealous as hell because I'll miss spending time with them. But I'm also jealous because I know they'll be doing fun things like going to tea, shopping and heading to Vegas for some fun.

I'm sure I'll be able to attend a few of those things, but I know I'll be missing out on the majority. I can hear it now..."Diz..we're headed to Vegas for a mid-week special. Can you go?" "No??? Too bad...SUCKER..I mean Diz."

And I'll be swearing under my breath..."Those no good dirtbag Beoches did that sh#t on purpose! @#$$%^$#^@^"

Ah well, they know I'll love them anyway, but that doesn't mean that envy won't cop a squat in my chest and make me writhe in jealousy, wasting away the last vestiges of goodness that I've managed to horde these past 43 years. Oh wait...I think I pissed the last of the goodness away when I wished bad mojo to the AntiChrist. Perhaps there's no hope...or help for me after all.