At 64 years old, I thought the hardest part of my retirement party would be keeping my emotions under control.
I was wrong.
The real challenge came when my husband decided that the evening celebrating my career would be the perfect time to destroy it.
I had spent thirty-five years working for the same national insurance company…. Continue Reading
My title was Senior Operations Coordinator. It wasn’t flashy. I never had a corner office or a reserved parking spot. But when a claim got tangled in red tape, when a branch office faced a crisis, or when a confused client needed answers, people called me.
I knew how to solve problems.
More importantly, I knew how to explain complicated things without making people feel embarrassed for asking questions.