Average Joe
Recycles dryer sheets
- Joined
- Oct 15, 2006
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I was almost 39 when I crossed into new territory. I’d been setting myself up for it since age 18. From the start the plan was: enlist, balance enjoying life with making it better, earn a degree, earn a commission, keep pushing to 20 years (retirement eligibility), and then live more of the life I want and less of the life I must in order to make it possible. At the 20 year mark a promotion was incentive to stay at least 3 more years (pension = % of average pay in highest 3 paid years). It was easy to accept because it coincided with an assignment MUCH more conducive to family life.
During a long vacation prior to the new assignment, I began to think (too much maybe) about what I was working toward. Previously the future was mostly the next big career goal. Early retirement was always an ultimate goal. But it was a distant horizon, vaguely defined as a happy time of options, freedom, and greater control over personal circumstances. I’d carried a rough idea that after the military I’d find a job doing something I liked, in a place that I liked, during hours that I liked, and, because of the pension, be more interested in low stress than high pay. But as the possibility of pursuing it arrived, I realized that such a job probably does not exist for me. Even for self employment revolving around an activity I enjoy, when I think of the details that would make it profitable, they suck the enjoyment out the activity. I don’t aspire to a friction free life, but employment is infused with too many Dilbertesque irritants, funny in the comic strip, bearable when they must be, but a poor choice for a man that has a choice.
I realized that my best route to greater options, freedom, and control over circumstances is not to seek some nicer line of work. It’s to stick with this career as long as I can stand it and maximize the pension. My wife says I should not accept any more hardship duties and she assures me we’ve got enough already. I’m skeptical, but she runs the household finances (I just earn the money) so she must know better. She advises me to get more while the getting is good, but to get out as soon as it’s not. From here, it looks like a relatively smooth ride to the next fork in the road and after all that I’ve been through to get here, I’m neither embarrassed nor ashamed to take it. That fork will see me aged 43 and facing a choice;
Option 1: Retire with a $45.5K pension (in today’s dollars and inflation-protected – as are the figures below) plus some other benefits, including a decent medical deal.
Option 2: Accept another assignment. I can state my preferences but they can easily be disregarded. Possible assignments they could offer range from OK to extraordinarily not-OK (I suppose “good” is also possible but I don’t expect it). Unless the schedule changes, I’ll have to accept a new assignment and move just months before the date I expect to know the promotion board results that will tell me if it was worth it. If I am promoted, I’ll be able to look forward to a pension a little over $60K at age 47. If not, I’ll have already accepted a new assignment and therefore still be committed to serving 2 years during which I’ll be on the hook to accept whatever raw deal may come my way (and some of the deals can be very raw indeed). After the 2 year commitment I’ll be free to retire with a $49K pension at age 45. I could continue without promotion until age 48 for a $55K pension. But I can’t imagine now what would motivate me to do so.
Option two probably looks like the no-brainer best choice to an outsider. But there is a fair chance that I won’t be promoted and a good chance that I’ll be back to doing dirty and dangerous work far from home for very long periods. I’ve been there and done that. The promise of increasing my pension by over $15K for 4 years service might make it worthwhile to do it again. But it’d be a hard sell to convince me (or my family) that it’d be worth it for a just $4K increase (and a passed-over-for-promotion slap in the face) over 2 possibly miserable years. At my family’s current stage of growth, it’ll be harder than ever. When I first married it was tough balancing my ambition to do things with my responsibility and desire to be with my family. Now it’s no contest; family wins. My current assignment is (somewhat justifiably in my opinion) not known for enhancing one’s promotion potential. I’m not out playing hero and I’m not so good at playing the ingratiation game necessary to stand out here. So I estimate (very imprecisely) my odds of promotion at 30% to 40%.
I expect it’ll be a tough decision when this assignment ends and I’m offered the option of accepting another. Sometimes I worry about it too much and try to stop by reminding myself occasionally that I’m in a very good position relative to many. But then again many fail themselves at every opportunity and being better off than they are is irrelevant. On this forum I read posts from people who have not failed themselves. They are an inspiration. Thank you all for that. I’m happy for you, but you are also a maddening reminder of how good it could be but is not quite yet. It’s not just that I want out; we’ve got big plans that we’re very excited to get started on. But more money could put those plans on a more solid footing. I don’t know how much further I’ll go but I know I’m almost there. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is comforting but also makes me impatient.
During a long vacation prior to the new assignment, I began to think (too much maybe) about what I was working toward. Previously the future was mostly the next big career goal. Early retirement was always an ultimate goal. But it was a distant horizon, vaguely defined as a happy time of options, freedom, and greater control over personal circumstances. I’d carried a rough idea that after the military I’d find a job doing something I liked, in a place that I liked, during hours that I liked, and, because of the pension, be more interested in low stress than high pay. But as the possibility of pursuing it arrived, I realized that such a job probably does not exist for me. Even for self employment revolving around an activity I enjoy, when I think of the details that would make it profitable, they suck the enjoyment out the activity. I don’t aspire to a friction free life, but employment is infused with too many Dilbertesque irritants, funny in the comic strip, bearable when they must be, but a poor choice for a man that has a choice.
I realized that my best route to greater options, freedom, and control over circumstances is not to seek some nicer line of work. It’s to stick with this career as long as I can stand it and maximize the pension. My wife says I should not accept any more hardship duties and she assures me we’ve got enough already. I’m skeptical, but she runs the household finances (I just earn the money) so she must know better. She advises me to get more while the getting is good, but to get out as soon as it’s not. From here, it looks like a relatively smooth ride to the next fork in the road and after all that I’ve been through to get here, I’m neither embarrassed nor ashamed to take it. That fork will see me aged 43 and facing a choice;
Option 1: Retire with a $45.5K pension (in today’s dollars and inflation-protected – as are the figures below) plus some other benefits, including a decent medical deal.
Option 2: Accept another assignment. I can state my preferences but they can easily be disregarded. Possible assignments they could offer range from OK to extraordinarily not-OK (I suppose “good” is also possible but I don’t expect it). Unless the schedule changes, I’ll have to accept a new assignment and move just months before the date I expect to know the promotion board results that will tell me if it was worth it. If I am promoted, I’ll be able to look forward to a pension a little over $60K at age 47. If not, I’ll have already accepted a new assignment and therefore still be committed to serving 2 years during which I’ll be on the hook to accept whatever raw deal may come my way (and some of the deals can be very raw indeed). After the 2 year commitment I’ll be free to retire with a $49K pension at age 45. I could continue without promotion until age 48 for a $55K pension. But I can’t imagine now what would motivate me to do so.
Option two probably looks like the no-brainer best choice to an outsider. But there is a fair chance that I won’t be promoted and a good chance that I’ll be back to doing dirty and dangerous work far from home for very long periods. I’ve been there and done that. The promise of increasing my pension by over $15K for 4 years service might make it worthwhile to do it again. But it’d be a hard sell to convince me (or my family) that it’d be worth it for a just $4K increase (and a passed-over-for-promotion slap in the face) over 2 possibly miserable years. At my family’s current stage of growth, it’ll be harder than ever. When I first married it was tough balancing my ambition to do things with my responsibility and desire to be with my family. Now it’s no contest; family wins. My current assignment is (somewhat justifiably in my opinion) not known for enhancing one’s promotion potential. I’m not out playing hero and I’m not so good at playing the ingratiation game necessary to stand out here. So I estimate (very imprecisely) my odds of promotion at 30% to 40%.
I expect it’ll be a tough decision when this assignment ends and I’m offered the option of accepting another. Sometimes I worry about it too much and try to stop by reminding myself occasionally that I’m in a very good position relative to many. But then again many fail themselves at every opportunity and being better off than they are is irrelevant. On this forum I read posts from people who have not failed themselves. They are an inspiration. Thank you all for that. I’m happy for you, but you are also a maddening reminder of how good it could be but is not quite yet. It’s not just that I want out; we’ve got big plans that we’re very excited to get started on. But more money could put those plans on a more solid footing. I don’t know how much further I’ll go but I know I’m almost there. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is comforting but also makes me impatient.