Today was my first day at work as a 10 year employee. No one noticed. Thankfully.
When I was in Junior High I started a part time, under the table job. I stayed in that job until I was in my mid-twenties. 13 years, if memory serves. That was the longest I ever stuck with anything. Through most of my younger adult life I had a short shelf life. A few years doing something and I lost the ability to continue. I had to go do something else. Staying in a job for 10 years now seems like a monumental achievement. I’m still waiting to hit the proverbial wall though.
Getting married changed the thought process a little. I can gladly, gleefully, commit the rest of my life to my wife, but that is easy. I love her so much that being with her comes naturally. It would be wrong to not be with her, which is the opposite of how I am going to feel professionally when the wall comes. I don’t know how to explain it.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, work makes me feel old.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
The longest job I ever had in my life was 12 years, 2 months – and it was the job I hated the most! Working for the bank. This January I’ll be at my present job for 9 years. Three years and two months later I’ll have worked here longer than at the bank. Which is one reason I want to work beyond my normal retirement age. I want to make sure the longest job I ever had in my lifetime was NOT the one I hated the most! After March of 2018 I’ll be at my current job longer than the bank, and I’ll feel it’s OK to retire. Silly, I know, but I just don’t want the record to show I lasted longer at the worst job of my life than any other!
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