I feel that I have just reached some sort of turning point in my life—either some sort of pinnacle or a pit of despair. After weeks of buildup from minor and less-than-minor things in my life, I reached the summit with two events that occurred within minutes of each other.
As I was sitting downstairs, I received a phone call from my manager. He explained that because business wasn’t very good at all, the store manager sent an email out notifying the termination of all temporary employees, effective immediately. This was rather crucial information, seeming how I was planning on getting up early tomorrow morning in order to go to work and will now be sleeping in.
Ordinarily, this sort of information is the cause of depression or sadness, but it came at a wonderful time. Each passing day made me dislike the job more and more. I love my job, but I hate the shady side of selling. When business is slow, everyone is pressured to be increasingly shady, making me more and more irritable. Thus, I was happy to once again close that part of my life and spend my time with more fruitful things.
This call, as it just so happens, came as I was finishing the final pages of the Epilogue of the final book in the Harry Potter series. Not unlike nearly everyone else in the world, I had invested countless hours of thought and reading into the series, the ending a curious excitement signaling the end of an era in my life.
Then it was over. In one foul swoop, I no longer had questions as to how the next book would solve the questions that arose in this one. I no longer had to dread bringing out four pairs of shoes—six, in these trying times—to every customer, desperately trying to sell a multiple. I am no longer tied down in magical thought or in the monotonous routine of the quest for money.
So now, I suppose, I am free. And what will I be doing for the rest of the summer? Well, I imagine I’ll be thinking quite a bit. Organizing things, no doubt. I have a few more books to read, one fiction, several nonfiction. Simply an overall feeling of apathy to scheduling. I can do whatever I want whenever I want to.
Taking note from a wise couple, I think I’m ready for retirement.

