Cooked
Recycles dryer sheets
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2013
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- 67
After more that 33 years I am Cooked.
Thirty three years at megacorp and five or six years lurking here. Cloaking from w*rl and decloaking here. Eight weeks ago I was playing OMY in head over and over like a broken record player….remember those? My manager came by for a short conversation and my eyes lit up. He came by twice more over the next few days to check the temperature of my feet. No way to get cold feet in the Arizona sun. I was marked as walking dead (laid off) four weeks ago. Last day was Friday. And tomorrow I am going to take a walk, do the grocery shopping and read a book.
Thanks to this board for all the advice that you have let me silently suck out of this forum. You taught me about the fact and fallacies of the 4% ‘rule’, how to grapple with the SS age question, how to keep a level head in a sea of news babble and pssssst Wellesley.
Its Sunday. For one of the first times I looked at all the ads in the Sunday paper. Sunday is grocery shopping day, but all those darn wage slaves are our there today. I’ll go tomorrow. There is a little unease with the loss of the work social ties so I have a new tickler file to insure that I keep some connections alive. I have been poor at this in the past. Missing that Sunday feeling…you know..that pre-Monday feeling….NOT.
The twice a week volunteer gig start in September or October. I am working on a cover letter and resume for a summer gig next summer. I need to plan a train trip somewhere.
No pension, no problem. Most people I know are waiting for SS to retire. Why in the world would one let those num nuts in DC determine your retirement date? Yet I let the megacorp HR staff help me with mine.....hmmm
Me 56, DW 57…DINKs for many years now NINKs.
Thirty three years at megacorp and five or six years lurking here. Cloaking from w*rl and decloaking here. Eight weeks ago I was playing OMY in head over and over like a broken record player….remember those? My manager came by for a short conversation and my eyes lit up. He came by twice more over the next few days to check the temperature of my feet. No way to get cold feet in the Arizona sun. I was marked as walking dead (laid off) four weeks ago. Last day was Friday. And tomorrow I am going to take a walk, do the grocery shopping and read a book.
Thanks to this board for all the advice that you have let me silently suck out of this forum. You taught me about the fact and fallacies of the 4% ‘rule’, how to grapple with the SS age question, how to keep a level head in a sea of news babble and pssssst Wellesley.
Its Sunday. For one of the first times I looked at all the ads in the Sunday paper. Sunday is grocery shopping day, but all those darn wage slaves are our there today. I’ll go tomorrow. There is a little unease with the loss of the work social ties so I have a new tickler file to insure that I keep some connections alive. I have been poor at this in the past. Missing that Sunday feeling…you know..that pre-Monday feeling….NOT.
The twice a week volunteer gig start in September or October. I am working on a cover letter and resume for a summer gig next summer. I need to plan a train trip somewhere.
No pension, no problem. Most people I know are waiting for SS to retire. Why in the world would one let those num nuts in DC determine your retirement date? Yet I let the megacorp HR staff help me with mine.....hmmm
Me 56, DW 57…DINKs for many years now NINKs.