So, I’ve finally managed to go part time.
I decided a while ago that although I still need to earn a living – I have kids to assist thru university and I can’t survive on just a police pension – life is a little more important to me than work. For the last three years, since I retired, my family and I have enjoyed a greater standard of living than ever we did when I was a copper, but I don’t want that to lead my life. It’s starting to hit me that I am probably around two-thirds through my life, and I only want to be working for the bare minimum of the third that’s left.
I have stuff I want to do outside the job, I’m becoming more interested in other pursuits, and to be honest, I don’t want to go down the route of some of the other people who work in that control room, i.e. becoming ill with stress and having to take months at a time off work.
So I am now known at work as part-time-weeks.