Whatever will I do with myself?

I have worked at a large retailer since January 2013 (hint: I wear a lot of red and khaki).  Last week I put in my two week notice, my last day is the 16th.  I actually love my job but since life has seen fit to make me a 40 year old in a 70 year old's body (herniated disk, osteoarthritis, degenerative disk disease-yay me), the pay off is no longer worth the pain.

Anyway, yesterday was the first time I had seen our store manager since putting in my notice.  She is a twenty-something, unmarried, no-kid-having woman.  When I saw her at the beginning of my 7 hour shift she exclaimed, "I'm so sad!  Why are you leaving us?"  So I explained the state of my body and how I'm spending my time off just recovering from working.  I told her that I was thinking about finishing school and returning when my kids are older, when I could be high enough up the food chain that the job wouldn't be so physical (those who have never worked retail have no idea just how physical a job it is).  She encouraged me to do just that, that she always expected me to go far with the company.

So I went through my shift, working my ass off.  I have a few projects on my plate that I am determined to finish before my last day.  Near the end of my shift, I saw her on the sales floor.  She asked me how my day was going.  I told her the things I had been working on.  Then her eyes got wide and she asked, "OMG, what are you going to do with all your free time??"  (Remember-20 something, no spouse, no kids)

Then before I could stop myself, I began laughing hysterically.  She looked at me like I'd grown a second head.

When I finally got control of myself, I simply told her, "No worries, I have plenty to keep me busy."

I almost started giving her a run-down of the things that would keep me from the bonbons and Netflix life she thinks I'll be embarking on next week, but decided against it.  Some day, when she's married with kids, with her full-time management gig, she will look around at her messy house, undone laundry, etc. and remember her asinine question and think, "Holy shit, no wonder she laughed like a mad woman."

But, at least for the first few days, I foresee catching up on Game of Thrones on my to-do list.  Netflix and bonbons, here I come.