I had worn a uniform and carried a badge for 35 yrs, one morning I realized it was killing me. I had high blood pressure, carried 2 pagers, a cell phone, and a portable radio. I only drove my POV about 1 day a week, had 900+ hours of holiday, vacation time on the books. It was hard to believe, but I figured out the "job" would go fine without me. I went in and told my Captain that I was retiring in 60 days, so he wouldn't assign any new cases to me. I admit I was wondering what to do. I went to Alaska, something a lot of you have probably thought about. I ended up with a great job, instead of handing out carts and saying "welcome to Wally World" I would go to Ted Stevens airport in Anchorage and meet incoming passengers saying "Welcome to Alaska". I was a meet & greet agent for a tour company. The company provided me with a van (that I could use 24/7) and a list of flights and people to meet. The job only lasted April through September, then I would draw unemployment. I had to give that job up due to an injury. Now I'm really retired, just go shooting, reloading, and have a small ranch. There is lots of life after the "job".