A Night Out With A Working Boomer

Working Boomer Night Patrol

It’s 9 p.m. the alarm clock sounds.  It is time for the Working Boomer to suit up and show up for night shift duty in security.  At 10:30 p.m. the work night begins. It’s dark.  The 5 senses; sight, sound,touch,smell, and taste are on high alert.

I walk. The weather is cold.  My face burns from the wind.  The school building from the outside looks secure.  I check the doors. One is unlocked.  I go into the school.  I proceed with caution.  Everything appears secure.  I listen for unusual sounds. The building is clean.  I smell wax.  The floors have a new shine.  I open a door to a closet.  In it are mops and cleaning supplies.  The hallways are decorated with student projects.  I read.  One sign says, “Check your ATTITUDE.”  Another sign lists ways to SUCCEED.  There is a picture of Mother Teresa smiling.  I smile.  I continue my check.  All is clear.

I drive down a long road to my next school. My headlights are on high beam.  I slow down.  A deer crosses the road in front of me.  A raccoon ducks back in to the grass at the side of the road.  A possum lays on the road.It has been hit by a vehicle.  I arrive at the next school.  Morris the cat is hanging out at the dumpster.  Mr. Rabbit sits in his hole. I smell the smoke from fire places in the near by neighborhood houses.  The lights in the houses are turned off.  People are asleep.  I continue my walk.  That building has been checked.

I return to my patrol car.  I hear a helicopter overhead.  It must be taking someone to a near by trauma emergency room.  I drive down the road.  There sits a police officer watching everything closely.  Bright lights come on behind me.  A siren sounds.  I pull over to let the fire truck pass.  I wonder where the fire is.  I start to get a little sleepy.  I stop at the nearest 7 eleven store.  I smell the aroma of fresh brewed coffee.  I pour a cup and take a sip.  It’s hot but I become more alert.  I pay and leave.

I drive to the next school.  It’s 1:00 a.m.  A vehicle is parked in a dark area at the back of the school.  I shine my spot light.  I see 2 people inside.  I contact another security officer by nextel telephone. I let him know that I  will be getting out of my car to investigate.  I approach the car on foot cautiously.  I grip my flash light. The car windows are steamed over.  I feel the heat from the car engine.  I look inside.  Two people are in the vehicle straightening their clothing.  I ask for ID.s.  They are over 17 years on age.  I ask more questions.  I explain the rules of tress passing on the property.   I look around. I see nothing damaged in the area.  I ask them to leave.  They cooperate peacefully and drive away.

It is getting later. The night dark air is much colder. I turn up the heat in my vehicle.  Dave Ramsey is on station 97.1 talk radio station.  He is explaining how to become debt free and be a millionaire.  I listen.  My mind wanders.  I think about my birthday coming up this month when I will be 62 years old which is early retirement age.  I think about the thousand dollars I could drawn from social security which is not enough to live on. I think about the good health care benefits that I have on my job knowing if I retired at 62 there would be no health care for me.  I change the radio station to the oldies station to listen to some good music from my early years of living.

I drive to the next building.  The paper man pulls in.  He sets the papers at the school door and leaves.  He is another working boomer out in the night.  Then the milk man and bread trucks pull onto the school grows.  Their delivery is made.  A semi truck pulls in.  It’s dark.  He turns his truck around.  He missed his turn to the warehouse down the road where he was to pick up a load to take to a grocery store.  I wonder if he is alert.  I think about his family.  How long has it been since he has been home.  How long has it been since he has had a home cooked meal. I look across the road at the County Police Dept. and jail.  I hear noises.  A person is becoming verbal with the officer as he is being taken in to the jail.

I drive to the school bus lot.  It is all secure.  It is 4 a.m. and drivers are starting to show up for their day of work. A few minutes later I look again.  The school buses are now running.  The buses are being pre tripped.  The bus lights are on.  The lights shine brightly in the dark.

I drive to the high school and park.  I roll my car window down.  I hear water rushing in the sewer drain by my vehicle.  I think to myself, “Why is there water running in the drain.  It has not rained for weeks.  I get out of my car to check.  The water is clear.  A pipe must be broken.  I do a check.  I leave a message for a day maintenance person regarding my observation.  My telephone rings.  The alarm company is on the other end.  They tell me there is an alarm going off at one of my other schools.  I respond to that school.  I investigate.  There is no intruder.  A motion sensor just detected something that fell off the wall.  I am not afraid.  I can not allow fear to over take me.  This is my job!

I report back to the main high school.  The stars are twinkling but I see that the sun is about to creep out.  My night shift duty is about over.  I wipe my face with a cold cloth.  I need to look alert.  I put eye drops into my eyes to cover the red.  The custodians arrive.  The school building comes alive with lights turned on.  It is 5:30 p.m.  Cars are pulling up to the entrance of the school.  Parents are dropping off their children prior to going to their day job.  I watch as the teen ages enter the building.  I smile.  They are our future.

It is 6:30 a.m. and my shift is over.  I put on my sun glasses to drive home.  The light hurts my eyes.  The road now is full of traffic.  The day people are up and rushing off to their jobs.  Everyone is in a hurry.  My night time peace is no longer on the roads.  I arrive home.   I enter my apartment.  I take off my heavy work boots and massage my feet.    I prepare for my bedtime rest.  I have seen the world through rose colored glasses.  I have seen the world with real glasses.   I think of a quote by Winston Churchill.  “Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts.”  I SMILE. My night was a success.  I maintained courage.  I say a prayer.  I thank God for the opportunity and strength that He has given me.  I ask Him to give that same strength to others as they begin their work day.

Is is now time for WorkingBoomer to rest but not RETIRE.  I smile again.  Life is just as it is suppose to be just for day.  My night was a SUCCESS.  Now it is time to rest..

Working Boomer Starts To Blog

Working Boomer joins facebook and now starts to blog. Boomer Places is a Boomer Blog with Boomer stories and Boomer Topics.

It has been about a year since I started using Face book which is a social network. As a single person working the night shift and all week ends, there is not much time for a social life. My daughters are grown and have their own family activities. I began to realize that something was missing in my life at age 61 which needed to be fixed. Retirement was not an option. I like my job; I have good benefits and a good employer so I asked myself, “What can I do? What can I change?

I sat down at the computer and signed into Face Book. This was a new adventure for me going into a social network/cyberspace. There I sat friendless. Then I added on my two daughters and a few of their friends. I did a search and found a couple of people that I use to know. Wow, did I have a lot to learn so the learning process began. At that time I had the Internet on a land line phone which did not give me much of that wonderful tool the Google bar. Each day in my spare time, I would go into Face Book and say hello to my daughters. This was fun. Then one day I saw a nice comment on my daughters post by one of her friends. Immediately, I ask that person to be my friend in a comment. Whoops, this did not go over to big with my daughter at the time and she responded with a comment saying, “Mom, get your own friends.” Now this started another learning process.

So daily I would go into Face Book and make a nice comment. Usually no one replied back because I had no friends. Some times I would write something funny and other times I would write some thing inspiring. My daughter called and asked, “Mom what are you doing?” I responded, “I am trying to make friends on Face book and if someone does happen to read something positive that I have written or laughs at something I post then I have helped someone. I think she thought I was a little nuts but she knew her Mom is a free spirit and would continue with this silly routine.

Then one day a comment came onto one of my post by Retirement Media. Immediately I asked, ‘Who are you?’ It was explained to me that there was this site that I might be interested in so I decided to check it out. It contained so many good things. I searched some of the places that it offered for retirement. I looked at nursing facilities, read about health, wellness, motivation and found it had everything I needed to read and dream about as a Working Boomer. If something really interested me, I left a comment.

Then came the day I was able to get real cable internet with a much improved Google bar which opened another exciting cyber space experience but I never forgot my friend Retirement Media.

I even remember the first question that I commented on in Face book Retirement Media. The question was; if you could have any dream job of your choice what would that be? Now I like to dream so I replied, “A comedian on a cruise ship.” I definitely enjoyed my relationship with Retirement Media. I stopped listening to the news on television . Now I read the Retirement Media Newspaper instead.

One day this nice gentleman named Robert Fowler friended me. Now it turns out this guy owns this Retirement Media. He has a nice wife and she friended me too. Now this was a beginning to a Big Adventure! Mr. Fowler asked if I wanted to be co-administrator on Retirement Media Face book. Of course I said yes because I enjoy learning, dreaming, playing and reading all the helpful articles that are there. Someday, I plan on getting one of those over 55 apartments that Mr. Fowler has displayed and make my dream come true.

In the mean time though, I am still working my full time job, Face booking, Twitter tweeting, and blogging. for Retirement Media. Thank you Mr. Robert Fowler the person that made this pretty blog page possible. Now I am having so much fun that I may NEVER retire. Thank you Robert and by the way, I nick name those I like so when I talk about you to my friends in St. Louis, I call you Mr. Google Man. It is so much fun to Live, Laugh and Love!