Tag: Retirement

Retiring on the Couch

I retire in six weeks. I am concerned what my lifestyle will become. I admit I am lazy by nature. I work only when I have to. My wife of nearly forty-one years once told me I am either on or off. I work hard when I have too. Beyond that, leave me alone. I will lie on the couch and vegetate, usually multitasking between my iPad, (either reading or playing Tribez) and whatever is on television. It occurred to me over the last few days that if I continue behaving as I have in the past, my weight will explode and I will atrophy.

On the other hand, I have a goal, more a dream, to live long enough to see my youngest grandchild become a parent. If I am able to live that long, God willing, I will be somewhere around eighty-five, about twenty years from now. My fifth grandchild will be born this coming July, a grandson yet to be named. Perhaps he will become someone whose name is never spoken. It has happened before, but I pray not. But I want to see his children. If I am blessed with another grandchild, say in two years, then I will add two years to my dream.

Therefore, I need to create a schedule and stick to it. I need to become productive, or, rather, remain productive. I have been considering getting a part-time job, just to get me out of the house. I need to get to the gym on a regular basis. I want to work on my genealogy, something I enjoy.

But more importantly, I want to read and write more. I want to blog, but I have no idea why I feel I need to. If you ever want to follow my blog (why you would want to is beyond me), I plan on posted at least once week, perhaps twice, depending on my thoughts. The posts will mostly be about what I am reading or writing. I am considering putting up quotes from my work in progress, mainly to motivate me to write. Or posts about The Iron Writer Challenge.

I realize of course, that most blogs go unread. I mean, be honest. If I read every blog from every writer I have met on line, I would not have time to write this blog, let alone write my stories. So, I hope my posts will be short, ones that can be read in less than a minute, but worth the time to read, if only for myself. I write for myself anyway.

On Retirement

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I am retiring in six weeks. In fact, as I will be working about half the time left, I have 18 working days over those six weeks. I am retiring two years early, due to several factors. First, I can. I was surprised when I found out that I could, not in the sense of being 64 vs. 66, but that the finances are there. I discovered the finances are lined up because I hate bullies. I try to not hate anyone, but bullies seem to push buttons I would rather not have pushed. One bully pushed me mid-January. She is a co-worker, a supervisor, with whom I have clashed over the years. One night she put my life in danger on the freeway. I do not take this behavior lightly. As she passed me, after putting my life in danger, I looked at her car, realized who it was, and took a deep breath. Two weeks later, I addressed her. I was not kind. I was angry. I cursed. I lost it.

You see, this particular bully has been abusing too many of my coworkers for too long. I have observed her telling someone to doing somethings, they do it, then she chews them out for doing what she told them to do, correcting them, ordering them to go do what she did not tell them to do. I lost my patience (let alone respect) with her years ago. But when she put my life in danger, I blew my top, in the workplace, in front of witnesses. I refuse to apologize.

The reason I refuse to apologize, to have ‘remorse’, is doing so permits another bully to win. If I am not man enough to stand up to her, even at the risk of losing my job, then who am I? Where is my integrity? At what point does a man have to submit, what price does he surrender to the bully? If I am not willing to be fired for my behavior, if I whimper before the powers that be, then who am I?

I have a target on my back now. I will not be fired, my behavior does not rise to that level, but I am facing suspension. Before I learned of the intent to suspend, I decided to see if I could retire, in case they decided to fire me (which was on the table). When I learned how much my wife and I have in savings, plus social security and other benefits, I realized that I no longer needed to work. So I will retire.

Underneath all that, my hands are shot. I visited my doctor about mid-January as well, just a minor checkup. I complaint to him that my hands have been giving me grief for a couple of years now. He probed and pushed, stating that it looked like I have carpel tunnel, that I needed to see a specialist. I wondered if I have arthritis. I chased that down, had an MRI on my hands and learned just last week I do not have carpel tunnel, or arthritis. I suffer from chronic inflammation. Bottom line, stop working.

So, putting the inflammation, the finances and the bully together, it is time and I feel good about it.

Retirement should be fun.
I am going to bed now. But I never good to bed alone.

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