Saturday, March 29, 2014
The Faint Cries of Reality
Having my soul saved and prepared for the rapture does not help my current situation. Most (not all-before I get angry posts and find myself unfriended) of my friends have reached that pinnacle of life -retirement. I, on the other hand, have not. And for lack of any other impressive eloquent word, that sucks. Not for them, but for me.
Now these lovely folks are not that much older than I am. They just had the good sense when they started working (the same time I did) to choose a profession and an employer and stay there. I, on the other hand, list on my resume two law firms, a college, a placement service, and the federal government. And although the math is correct - thirty plus years - my failure to start with the federal or state government, ride my time for thirty years, and take the golden parachute leaves me here.
Where is "here"? Here is on the unemployment sabbatical I "took" last October when the House and the Senate failed to put on their big boy pants and not take the nuclear option (the sequester) as the committee that proposed it as the worse case scenario assumed they would never be as lazy and idiotic to do.
They, however, found it much more important to keep their jobs, their pensions, and their financial security than those hundred's of thousands in federal and state jobs as well as in the private sector. Yes they love to tout that they have cut government waste by ridding it off unnecessary employees, who are ineffective, take too much personal time and never work a full week. Don't get that job description confused with that of a US Congressman or a Senator, mind you. But I digress.
Reality calls me and I am not sure if I am not listening which is irresponsible or it is not calling which is frightening. Retirement for me at this time is not a choice. Financial concerns require that I maintain some form of income for years to come.
Oh, there are other options. Winning the lottery is always a plan. But I fear waiting for that to happen is perhaps taking too many chances. The odds are not in my favor. Having an uncle pass away and leave me a fortune would be nice. My mother is the only person I know of that this actually happened to. She had five uncles and two left her sizable amounts of money in their wills. Neither of which she was expecting.
I, on the other hand, only have one uncle thanks to my dear beloved two old maid aunts. He is a dear and I hope he is around for a long while. Besides he has three children and seven grandchildren.
So I sit here realizing that I must join the ranks of the employed. Actually let me rephrase that - I hope to rejoin the ranks of the employed. I only hope those friends of mine who never had to work, got to stay home and their only two concerns were whether to have Chardonnay or Pinot Grigio at lunch and whose day it was for carpool, appreciate their good life.
But I sincerely doubt it. It is like love. One doesn't know what they have unless they experience the other side. And I have dipped my toes in the life of retirement. I do not want to stay on the beach but rather jump in the pool. My mother never told me about all this. But as I have often said, my mother never told me about Ultra Brite either.