My last day of work… ever 3


Tales of RetirementTales of Retirement

 

By Josette Vigneux
Registered Nurse
Retired April 7, 2017

 

 

 

Today was my last day of work… ever.  After 30 years I signed in for the last time.  It was the last time for so many things, and the start of my next chapter.

My alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. as usual, although I was already up with the dogs at 5:45.  I fed them, then grabbed my coffee and went back to bed to savour it while I fully woke up.

Josette wearing Best Day Ever shirt on last day of workOnce up, I quickly flipped into my usual routine – I put my steel cut oats into the microwave, put an egg on to boil, got dressed, and did my hair and makeup.  I put on a new T-shirt, one that I had found months ago, which had the words “Best Day Ever” boldly across the front. Although I truly love my job, and leave it with mixed emotions, I could not resist this shirt.

On the drive to the hospital I was excited… but also melancholy. I have spent so much of my life with the people in that building – the nurses, doctors, support staff, patients and their families, cleaners, kitchen staff, and so many more. We are a community and a family. I kind of feel like I am leaving the nest. Scary and exciting at the same time.

 

The last time

Today was the last time for so many things:

  • Last time to try to find that perfect parking spot close to the door
  • Last time to take the elevator to the 14th floor (as usual, it took forever coming)
  • Last time to open up my computer, print out a new patient list for the day, lead rounds, and tackle whatever else would be thrown my way
  • Last time to calm an angry family when things weren’t going the way they should, or at least the way they thought they should
  • Last time to hear a patient say I had made a difference to their stay in hospital
  • Last time to say “Goodnight. See everyone tomorrow!”

Over my 30 years as a nurse, I did so many things. What a wonderful career. The 12-hour shifts were great… when I was younger.  I found the Monday-to-Friday 8-hour shifts more suited to me as I ‘matured.’  I worked in several different areas of the hospital, so I never felt stuck in the same job. I was a staff nurse on the ‘Willie Ward.’  Urology, officially.  This position provided non-stop material for dinner party stories – much to the dismay of the non-medical guests.  As co-ordinator of a hip and knee replacement unit, I was proud that we got the place running like an efficient assembly line.  For a while, I worked in the Bladder Care Centre.  Patients came in for bladder testing – terrified – and left saying, “That wasn’t so bad!”  My final position, as leader of a medical unit, was by far my most rewarding position. Not only did I work with the nurses and patients, but I also helped the medical students who were learning to become doctors.

 

Ice cream treats

It is hard to arrange any sort of get-together while at work, because we still have to be available to our patients and their families. But food usually does the trick.  In the morning, I spread the word that there would be ice cream treats on the Unit at 2 p.m., after my last set of rounds.  Those who could make it showed up.  I handed around ice cream sandwiches and popsicles that I had brought, and we had a good visit.

I had only one episode of tears – that with a long-term colleague who came to see me in the morning to say goodbye – but I generally held it together, much to my surprise. I don’t actually feel sad about leaving, because I am so excited about what is to come next. We’ll see how I do at my retirement party later in the spring, though.

 

Breaking free

I thought I would leave a little early on my last day, but, as luck would have it, I got busy and ran late. Once done, however, I gathered up the flowers and gifts that people had so generously brought for me. I put on my coat, and said a big goodbye to the medical team who were doing their end-of-day rounds in the area outside my office. I left my key for the person covering me next week and headed to the elevator for the last time. As I was walking through the lobby towards the door, the retirement balloon that had been given to me broke free from its string and sailed up to the ceiling. I took that as a sign… the sky is the limit!

As I was driving home listening to CBC I was thinking of that glass of bubbly I would be having to celebrate. So many people were surprised to hear I was retiring. Some said I was too young (I love those people) and some said what will we do without you? (I love them equally)

 

My next chapter

Well. I am home now. Bubbly in hand.  Toasting with a few close friends.

Today is the first day of my next chapter. I am excited to see how things will unfold as the pages turn.  One thing for sure – I will be having coffee in bed tomorrow, with my dogs snuggled next to me.


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3 thoughts on “My last day of work… ever

  • Maryse Lafreniere

    Josette, what a coincidence that you and I have retired within a few weeks of each other. I love my free time. I hope we can meet sometime and trade notes.

  • Martin Hoy

    Josette, congratulations on retiring. Thank you for all the work and caring you have done. I love your profession, and am happy to see Timothy doing it too. Relaxation and happiness to you!
    Martin