Okay so… I never do this, like, ever. My kid, the oldest one, he actually showed me this site, said people just kinda… get stuff off their chest. And I don’t know. I’m just sitting here, 2am, can’t sleep, again. And I feel stupid even typing this out, like someone’s gonna know it’s me even though it’s anonymous, you know? Like, I run projects, big ones, huge crews. I’m the guy who gets things built. Always have been. My whole… career, you know? It’s been about the work. The team. Leading. And now it’s like… nothing. They put me on a “special project” or whatever. It’s basically just… reviewing old plans. Digitizing stuff. It’s like they just want me out of the way. I went from being on site, talking to the guys, making calls, like, important calls, to sitting in a cubicle. A CUBICLE. I haven’t sat in a cubicle since my first summer intern job back in the stone age, seriously. And I look at these younger guys, like, these office types, with their fancy degrees and their spreadsheets, and they talk about "synergy" and "metrics" and I just wanna… I don’t know. Scream. My boss, she’s like thirty. She talks to me like I’m a grandpa. "How's your retirement planning coming along, Bob?" she says, like it’s a friendly chat. But I know what it is. I KNOW what it is. It’s a message. And I don’t even know what to do. My wife, she’s like, "Honey, it's time to slow down. Enjoy life." Enjoy what life? My whole life has been work. It’s been the projects. The crew. Making something real. Now I just… sit here. Stare at a screen. And honestly, it feels like I’m just… waiting. Waiting for them to say the quiet part out loud. I used to be the guy everyone came to. "Foreman, what do we do about this?" "Hey, boss, can you take a look?" Now I barely see anyone. It’s all emails. Teams calls. And half the time I’m just muted, not even really listening because what’s the point? I feel like a ghost. Like I’m still here, but nobody really sees me. Or they see me and they’re just waiting for me to leave. And it’s like, do they not remember all the stuff I built? All the deadlines I met? The problems I fixed when everyone else was freaking out? I overheard one of the junior project managers, this kid who probably thinks he invented Excel, he was talking to another guy, and he said, "Yeah, Bob's just kinda… coasting to the finish line, isn't he?" And I just… froze. I pretended I didn’t hear it, but I did. I heard every word. And I just hate it. I hate this feeling. I’m not coasting. I just don’t know what else to do. Like, what do you even do when the thing you ARE… isn’t needed anymore? It’s just… crummy. It just feels really, really crummy.