Grandpa Sneed (1924-2005) The man proudly wore these suspenders to work and no, he didn't work at the circus.
Yesterday would have been my dad's eighty-third birthday. He died about a year and a half ago. I was remiss in not mentioning it.
I took a couple of hours off work today and just came home. I took a nap and then spent some time pondering retiring from my job. I worked out some numbers and figured out how much of my retirement saving I would need to access to be able to pull it off.
If I leave my job, I will probably work somewhere else at least part time, because it is not really my nature to just sit around. The problem is that I only want to work Monday through Thursday, no nights and no weekends. That is a tough gig to find. I could go back to substitute teaching I suppose, but the the schools are filled with kids and they can be an unruly bunch.
What got me to pondering retirement was a phone call that I got this morning from a coworker. Our boss, Randall Bing pushed something down the hill and it landed on me. In my effort to deal with this item, I guess I mistakenly told one of our worthless marketing types that we don't charge for something that we evidently do. Randall's boss is demanding an explanation. I am not all that interested in supplying one beyond, "sh*t happens, get over it".
Apparently, I messed up this marketing bozo's proposal to a customer or something. To be clear here, I am not allowed to spend a dime of Tedious Systems' money, so why anyone would ask me, or worse yet, take my word for anything regarding the company's money is a mystery to me. The marketing guy ought to be fired for gross incompetence for having the poor judgment to ask me in the first place and then believing my answer.
It seems to me that if you are preparing a big deal proposal, you should do better research than ask the jackass in the corner cubicle (that's me). Just a thought.
My old dad worked until he was seventy years-old and one day I asked him why he kept on working when he could be collecting his retirement and social security. He said that once they lose the ability to fire you, working is kind of fun. I am not ready to call work fun, but I think he was on to something. Being retirement eligible is liberating. We'll see how this turns out.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
Tag: Daily Life
Personal Finance
Humor
6 comments:
When you quit, working is kind of fun too
Uh, Merle. If your dad was born in 1924 wouldn't he be 83 this year?
Uh, 220, 221 what ever it takes.
Mr. Mom reference. I caught it. Too bad you don't like me.
Coney, I like you, I really like you.
I'm afraid to step in here with Coney, but had to say that your dad was a cutie. Those suspenders are cool.
I don't know what to say about work and retirement,
Kurt and I are in the same grade at middle school and they haven't done a career day for us yet.
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