Retirement has been absolutely smashing, I must say. I mean, perhaps that’s not the best word choice, given I built my entire career around the service of smashing glass. Let’s just say it has been a good time, all around. It has been almost a year since I put down the sledgehammer and made for the Bahamas, enjoying the prime relaxation opportunities that retirement has to offer.
Of course, I never would have taken this opportunity and moved on from my destructive habits without the influence of Frankie, the love of my life. I expected that by now she’d want to head back to Melbourne so she could continue teaching complicated concepts to children, but she seems pretty happy hanging out on the beaches. It’s probably a good thing because I’d definitely be getting the urge to talk to a glass balustrades company located in Melbourne if we were back there. Naturally, by ‘talk to’ I mean completely obliterate, as I do. Well, as I used to, I should say.
Anyway, this long break has given me a chance to really think about why I used to love smashing glass so much. I haven’t been seeing a psychologist or anything, but I’ve had plenty of time for introspection and have come to a few interesting realisations. The truth is that I actually really respect the art of residential glazing. I think that a big part of me likes to see what the glaziers can do with the glass after it has been destroyed. Will the new balustrade or window look even better than the one before it? In my experience, the answer is yes in most cases. And as it turns out, glaziers constantly having jobs to do is great for the economy, so I was kind of a hero, really. If we manage to avoid a huge recession in Australia, you can probably thank me for it.