The recent thread on being relegated at work got me thinking, particularly the parts about being managed by a younger boss.
Looking back on my career, I see I was happiest in the early years, and started to feel mounting annoyance as I had to deal with the cohort of ambitious workers in their 30’s. Then once I reached a management peak and started to relax, I was annoyed to see those 30s workers come charging on, playing their politics, aiming at impressing my bosses so they could get their claim of the resources I enjoyed (I would specifically hear them say, “Someday when I’m sitting in your chair” or “When I get a company car like you” etc.). It was exhausting, as I’m not an inherently competitive person, and I didn’t seek out promotions - they were awarded to me to my surprise, so seeing these younger colleagues so actively and obviously claw and climb the ladder was a bit alarming.
Being RIFed at 45 was a relief. The management grind was not for me, and I was happy to let the next wave enjoy their moment in the sun. I was content to have a good package that bought me time to set up a consultancy, and I started actively planning a FIRE path that could have me comfortable at 59.5.
I’m now 58, and that goal is close. My consultancy has been a refuge for me to still practice my craft while not being drained by constant exposure to the same people and office environments. I like to say that I don’t completely avoid office politics, but instead I skim the surface of multiple examples of it, spread across my different clients.
I used to think I could conceivably keep this up far longer. I’m in a creative field, so when things mesh, it really is enjoyable. I thought I may never actually completely give up the work, but instead get pickier about which projects I accepted.
But as my clientele ages and changes and older clients are replaced by new ones, I again find myself dealing with more 30’s clients, and again the irritations rise. The younger set just seems programmed to react to older consultants with a mixture of skepticism and condescending passive aggression. And now I’m at the point where being asked to cut my rate is something I’d consider for a contemporary, but no way am I letting clients 20 years younger suggest that I’m not worth what I’m due.
It’s just amusing to have a career in which I’ve twice fled the 30’s folks.
Looking back on my career, I see I was happiest in the early years, and started to feel mounting annoyance as I had to deal with the cohort of ambitious workers in their 30’s. Then once I reached a management peak and started to relax, I was annoyed to see those 30s workers come charging on, playing their politics, aiming at impressing my bosses so they could get their claim of the resources I enjoyed (I would specifically hear them say, “Someday when I’m sitting in your chair” or “When I get a company car like you” etc.). It was exhausting, as I’m not an inherently competitive person, and I didn’t seek out promotions - they were awarded to me to my surprise, so seeing these younger colleagues so actively and obviously claw and climb the ladder was a bit alarming.
Being RIFed at 45 was a relief. The management grind was not for me, and I was happy to let the next wave enjoy their moment in the sun. I was content to have a good package that bought me time to set up a consultancy, and I started actively planning a FIRE path that could have me comfortable at 59.5.
I’m now 58, and that goal is close. My consultancy has been a refuge for me to still practice my craft while not being drained by constant exposure to the same people and office environments. I like to say that I don’t completely avoid office politics, but instead I skim the surface of multiple examples of it, spread across my different clients.
I used to think I could conceivably keep this up far longer. I’m in a creative field, so when things mesh, it really is enjoyable. I thought I may never actually completely give up the work, but instead get pickier about which projects I accepted.
But as my clientele ages and changes and older clients are replaced by new ones, I again find myself dealing with more 30’s clients, and again the irritations rise. The younger set just seems programmed to react to older consultants with a mixture of skepticism and condescending passive aggression. And now I’m at the point where being asked to cut my rate is something I’d consider for a contemporary, but no way am I letting clients 20 years younger suggest that I’m not worth what I’m due.
It’s just amusing to have a career in which I’ve twice fled the 30’s folks.