Meeting with pals in the virtual pub
WHEN I retired from the world of paid employment in 2001 to become a full time housewife and mother, I worried about the huge change I was making to my life. Would I be bored at home? Would I ever learn to cook properly? Would I be a useless mammy? But most of all I worried about WHO WOULD I TALK TO?
I began my working life way back in December 1979 when I presented myself for my first day at the head office of JWT Holidays. I remember well thinking, “Finally my life is beginning” and in lots of ways I was right. JWT was a fantastic place to work. The hours could be long and the pay was modest but the craic was ninety. Friday nights after work it was over to the pub for a drink which usually turned into three or maybe four. Oh those were the days ... cashing cheques to buy another round, sitting in a fug of smoke, and trying to stay awake on the last bus home.
