It is over
Grandad February 19th, 2010
Today is a Big Day.
In 1971, I first drove through the gates of Montrose on my Yamaha 80 to start work in RTE.
It was supposed to be a temporary position for a period of six months. That six months never ended until I left in 2001. Now, even though I left in 2001, I still actually stayed on the payroll, so technically I have been working there for the last nearly forty years.
Today, I retire.
I am officially a pensioner.
Of course, RTE are throwing a big party for me tonight. All my old colleagues will be there, and the Director General will make a speech and a presentation. This will be followed by an open bar and I will finally be poured into a taxi [at RTE’s expense] and brought home.
Like fuck!
I received a letter last week, informing me I was retiring and thanking me for all my years work. It said that they would be in touch before The Big Day.
That is all I have heard. They never got in touch. Fucking bastards. No party. No presentation. No speeches [be grateful for small mercies]. Not even a fucking handshake. All those years, nay decades of blood sweat and tears and all I get is a fucking letter. How quickly they forget. Miserable, tight-fisted, amnesiac cunts.
I suppose I did get something out of all those years in RTE though.
At least I got to ‘know’ Sharon.
Heh!
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