Did our forefathers have BS buckets?

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So many of the Clocking-Out posts here say something along the lines of "My BS bucket just got too full to keep w*rking." There are variations:

  • Megacorp has become dominated by trendy buzzword programs-of-the-month and I'm sick of them so I'm leaving;
  • I used to enjoy coming to w*rk, but it's so bureaucratic now it's no fun;
  • I knew it was time to retire when I realized I own socks older than the VP they just appointed;
but the underlying premise is that their w*rkplaces evolved into unfamiliar and disturbing territory.

Only a tiny fraction say "I hated w*rk from day one and my whole existence was geared towards getting out asap." Most ER types enjoyed their j*bs at least for a while. Some enjoyed their jobs for decades before they eventually left.

It got me to reflect on previous generations of retirees from my own employer. I don't remember any of the folks who went out thirty and forty years ago voicing any of the above frustrations. Could it be that mine is the first generation who retires because we feel left behind?

If I had a time machine and could interview people retiring thirty, sixty and ninety years ago, I wonder whether how many of them would say "I wanted to retire because it's not the same environment I hired into" and "It used to be okay but it's become intolerable." (On the contrary, I suspect most of my ancestors would say that w*rk got EASIER over time as machines began to do more of the heavy lifting.)

Might it be true that the pace of technological/competitive/demographic change really has accelerated - and in unsatisfying ways - compared to my parents' and grandparents' day? Or have big changes always been the rule, only I didn't notice because our predecessors didn't complain about it as much as we do today?

It occurs to me that if w*rking for a living has genuinely become more unpleasant than it used to be, what happens when this trend continues? Eventually nobody will be able to put up with w*rking, therefore every business will go out of business, therefore my retirement portfolio will tank, therefore I'll have to go back to w*rk, but it will be too awful to endure so I'll quit again, and all of society will collapse and there will be riots and plagues and 40 years of darkness... Well, you get the picture.

Anyway, here's the question again. Is it true that w*rk keeps getting more distressing through the decades, or is it merely a perception promoted by today's retiree?
 
My Dad retired at 62 and that was over 30 years ago. I don't think I ever heard him complain about work, but he was also part of what people call "the Silent Generation". Survivors of the Great Depression. I think he was happy to get a paycheck and have food on the table. Work was a honor because he saw so many as a kid without a job.
Maybe we all need a reset on what it means to be employed. No one ever promised you a rose garden.
 
My grandfather was self-employed like most farmers. Many farmers making their living off the land back then.
 
My DF retired at 61. I recall him complaining about the pressure to do more, actually selling more. Back when he was retiring there wasn't age discrimination. I remember hearing threats of being replaced with a younger person.
 
The mega Corp I work for uses the buzz words of the month, one year I saved them all and incorporated them into my review at the end of the year.

They also want to be trendy and attractive to young engineers, by moving from the burbs to downtown. If I wanted to work downtown I would be working for someone else, they want to be Google, facespace ext, but we are a boring regulated business.

My reason bailing out early is to RV full time, don't hate work will probaly need to work on the road some, but I want to have some fun before I get old or die early and never have fun.
 
My forefathers were lucky to have a bucket, much less one designated for BS. (Stand by for the Four Yorkshiremen who will appear shortly.)
 
DF retired in 1986 at age 60 and I definitely got the impression his BS bucket was full. He was a computer programmer from 1964 on, and his megacorp merged (was taken over by) a competitor. He complained about the new ways of doing things and told stories of less than competent, younger managers.

When I retired last year I asked him how long it took to get used to retirement. His answer was “not quite as long as it took to get to my car!” He enjoyed 31 years of retirement.
 
I disagree a bit with your description of what the BS bucket means. I've seen many posts here where the issue wasn't that the organization had changed... rather that the ability to tolerate the organization had changed.

My dad retired at 62 - because he was tired of the rat race... the same work, same beauracracy... but he had a lower tolerance for it. His BS bucket got full.

For me - it was similar - same company for decades (sort of - various buyouts/acquisitions/mergers changed the stock ticker and who cut the paycheck but my work, coworkers, etc didn't change.) Like my dad, my ability to just roll with the random unreasonable request was fading. The recurring travel request - which I would have enjoyed when I was younger, single, no kids - was the final drop in my BS bucket... (The travel wasn't going to serve any productive purpose other than impressing the customer.) The company hadn't changed... my willingness to take on stupid assignments that took me away from my family had.
 
I think our forefathers were just happy to have a job. Of course, that probably led to imbalance where if the employer said you work for 70 hours in a week shoveling dirt, you did that or else good luck feeding yourself and family. My guess is the imbalance probably then lead to unions ("We just ain't gonna take this anymore!" mentality).

disclaimer: just me thinking aloud.
 
Our original forefathers had a humongous BS bucket resolved by the Revolutionary War and endowment of the right to BS buckets to everyone.
 
My father quit his job at 59 y.o. after feeling he was treated unfairly. He did a couple of consulting jobs, then hung it up at 61. He does have a healthy pension though.
 
My Dad retired at 62 and that was over 30 years ago. I don't think I ever heard him complain about work, but he was also part of what people call "the Silent Generation". Survivors of the Great Depression. I think he was happy to get a paycheck and have food on the table. Work was a honor because he saw so many as a kid without a job.
Maybe we all need a reset on what it means to be employed. No one ever promised you a rose garden.

This echos my Dad's sentiment (he is almost 91 and retired at 62). He owned his own business for the last 12 years or so of his w*rking days and if wasn't for some crappy employees that had very little devotion to the w*rk, I think he would have kept going. He often talks about the days when he was an airplane mechanic and later an airline pilot...and although that period of time was a very small fraction of his life...he absolutely loved it. Ultimately, he left that line of work because of union politics. But, I think because of his adversities in life (such as living and W*RKING in an ophanage in the 1930's)...he most certainly could deal with much, MUCH more BS that today's average w*rker. Certainly more than I would put up with. :D
 
I loved my j*b before I was FI. Then I became FI and my j*b satisfaction went way down. I think there may be a cause and effect relationship. We should fund a study.

More directly to your point, I suspect we are the first generation where large numbers are financially able to walk way from our j*bs. As mentioned above, FI may cause the problem.
 
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My guess is the imbalance probably then lead to unions ("We just ain't gonna take this anymore!" mentality).

Oh, absolutely! One of the more enlightening short trips we went on was a two-day tour with Coal Country Tours several years ago. Unions started in West Virginia for exactly that reason. There's too much to write about in full here, but the degree of control exerted by the coal companies over worker's daily lives was by today's standards amazing. It got pretty rough at times, including the only time that U.S. Army troops fired upon U.S. citizens.

If anyone has the time and inclination I highly recommend going on one of those tours. Lots of history that affected the entire country there.
 
No personal family experience as they all retired early (great-grandpa and grandpa) or died early (Dad) but I do know that over the years, I'd read about this or that guy who had essentially 'made his pile' and decided to retire at 40 or 45. This is around the mid-1800's and they were usually 'the richest man in town' sort of stories; the guy who owned a factory or newspaper or something.

As someone noted, I think that RE for the general masses is a more recent phenomenon and I suspect back then most people didn't have many options.
 
My parents owned a restaurant and a catering business. They never got rich. They did sell the business and retired on their terms.

I had my first job at 10 YO (paper route) and had a job of some sort for the next 50 years. Fifty years of extrinsic motivation is quite sufficient for one lifetime.

Also, I suspect that over the years, the routine (global travel, weeks in hotels, the endless [and often pointless] meetings, etc) ground me down lake water on a rock. It took a long time, but as I arrived at my late fifties, I obsessed a lot more about FI than any work related items.

On balance, I had a successful career and enjoyed most of it. But once I was confident in our FI situation, it didn't take much to pick up my chips and cash out. :dance:
 
Is it true that w*rk keeps getting more distressing through the decades, or is it merely a perception promoted by today's retiree?

What a fascinating question!

We know, really, so little of other generations. For most people, personal knowledge of people in other generations extends back at most two generations. People of three or more generations ago are completely unknown, their real personalities completely forgotten, except perhaps for a few anecdotes, and the texture of their daily lives completely buried, except inasmuch as we can educate ourselves by hearing stories or reading history. Everyone reading this will likely be utterly forgotten by the time their grandchildren's grandchildren are born.

One suspects, though, that work has always brought its irritations, but that the way of responding to those irritations changes over time, as culture changes.

Within the very narrow span of just the past few generations, the culture seems to have shifted a bit. Even when past generations were clearly under stress from work or finances, there seemed to be a notion of duty, of providing for the family without complaint. It was what was expected, and anything less would be a sign of weakness or unfitness. Contrast that culture with current culture. Complaining is commonplace, even about the most trivial of inconveniences, even when a substantial part of the world's population would be grateful to exchange places with the complainers.

Why should this be? Maybe in part because work is more distressing, in the sense that people have little control over their own work and station - but then again, often they had little control in past generations, too.

Some impressions of other likely candidates for distress with work in the current age:

A lack of perspective. Although it's easy, with a little curiosity, to educate oneself about "how the other half lives," few do. Even fewer seem capable of empathy. Lacking both knowledge of and empathy for others, preoccupation with self follows.

A shift in culture. In many circles, it is no longer seen as bad form to whine, to insult, to use crass language, to boast. Self-gratification is seen as a right, rather than a luxury. And when people do still hew to the outward forms of duty, it is because of a desire to avoid "looking bad," rather than because of an inner moral compass.

An increase in wealth and possibilities. When financial independence, or retirement, are completely inconceivable to the common person, there is less point in complaining about work, and also the risk to one's survival is greater by doing so. With the advent of the possibility of retirement, it becomes possible to imagine a life other than work.

An increase in knowledge. With television, Internet, etc., it becomes easier to form a vision, correct or not, of the lifestyles of others, of both higher and lower station. With a little bit of knowledge comes comparison, and - forgetting the source - one only becomes miserable through comparison.

All of this is painting with a broad brush, so there are many exceptions, both individuals and groups. And these are impressions, not data. It would be interesting if there were actually a book with historical perspective on this!
 
No personal family experience as they all retired early or died early but I do know that over the years, I'd read about this or that guy who had essentially 'made his pile' and decided to retire at 40 or 45. This is around the mid-1800's and they were usually 'the richest man in town' sort of stories; the guy who owned a factory or newspaper or something.

As someone noted, I think that RE for the general masses is a more recent phenomenon and I suspect back then most people didn't have many options.

That's a good point too. I have a great-great grandfather that had a mercantile store that he sold to J.C. Penny way, WAY back in the day. As I understand it, this occurred when he was in his early 40s and after the deal...he never w*rked again. I guess ER is in our family blood. ;)
 
Oh, absolutely! One of the more enlightening short trips we went on was a two-day tour with Coal Country Tours several years ago. Unions started in West Virginia for exactly that reason. There's too much to write about in full here, but the degree of control exerted by the coal companies over worker's daily lives was by today's standards amazing. It got pretty rough at times, including the only time that U.S. Army troops fired upon U.S. citizens.

If anyone has the time and inclination I highly recommend going on one of those tours. Lots of history that affected the entire country there.

Here's a Cliffnotes version.

 
I think the people in the previous generations had it much tougher than we did... and there was little that could be done about it either..


I would bet that if you moved someone from 60 to 90 years ago to one of our jobs they would wonder what heaven they had arrived...


I actually never did get a BS bucket full... heck, usually it was pretty empty.... only a few times did I get upset at how things were going at work and before it got big I would fix the problem one way or another... sometimes that was to move on....
 
I think the people in the previous generations had it much tougher than we did... and there was little that could be done about it either..

I would bet that if you moved someone from 60 to 90 years ago to one of our jobs they would wonder what heaven they had arrived...

+1.

I Joke that my dad had a dual major in economics and climate change. As a teenager/young adult, He got to endure the great depression while living on a small farm during the dust bowl. My grandfather saved the farm smuggling whiskey from Canada to ND.

My dad then went on to earn his MBA in conflict resolution with complimentary (coach class) international travel. It's called WW ll these days. He fought in the Pacific theater for over two years.

His Alma Mater thought so much of him, they provided his Dr's papers for free. He was recalled for the Korean "police action."

So, yeah. He wasn't one to come crying to with your small world issues.
 
It has been around a while.

My dad worked in the trades. Up until the last 10 years, he would go into the shop, get his job for the day, work it until quitting time, write up his time sheet and come home. Loved most all of it.

In the end (late 80s), the boss started adding things like beepers. He HATED the beeper. It was total BS to him. After retirement he told me he thanked God there were not cell phones where the boss could bug him all the time. The beeper was bad enough, but at least the understanding was there would be a disconnect time until he could find a pay phone.

A co-worker of his quit (ER, early pension) because of the pace of change.

It has been around.

You can imagine... 1650 or so. "Yeah, this blacksmithing gig was fine until they started making me crank out more horseshoes when the boss man got that fancy bellows and started stoking our fires with coal..."
 
I think our forefathers were just happy to have a job. Of course, that probably led to imbalance where if the employer said you work for 70 hours in a week shoveling dirt, you did that or else good luck feeding yourself and family. My guess is the imbalance probably then lead to unions ("We just ain't gonna take this anymore!" mentality).

disclaimer: just me thinking aloud.
Yup, this was the whole basis for the union movement in this country and around the world. When the BS bucket was full, people literally just sat down.
 
I loved my j*b before I was FI. Then I became FI and my j*b satisfaction went way down. I think there may be a cause and effect relationship. We should fund a study.

More directly to your point, I suspect we are the first generation where large numbers are financially able to walk way from our j*bs. As mentioned above, FI may cause the problem.



I agree to some extent. Before I knew I will be able to FIRE this year, there were a bunch of “have to’s” at work, that even though it was a task or a program that I took exception to (or disliked or whatever), I psyched myself up and did it because I had to.

That said however, there was still a culture that I could no longer tolerate. Now my lack of ability to tolerate the culture anymore has intersected with my complete lack of motivation to psych myself up anymore.

MegaCorp has truly ground me down. While I could FIRE now, I believe I have enough left to make it until December...
 
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It got pretty rough at times, including the only time that U.S. Army troops fired upon U.S. citizens.

Kent State?

Bonus Army Washington , D.C. 1932??

My b.s. pail is almost full.
 
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