freedomatlast
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After FI, work is strictly about whether you really want to for some reason. Money generally isn't part of the equation at that point.
Do you still have your Vegas house?Great post! I retired at 52 and after 18 months decided to go back to work on a part time basis. We bought a house in New Mexico when we retired but kept our old house in Vegas where our jobs were. We use the Vegas house in the winter and spring months and my former employer basically let me set my own schedule when we were in town. I could work as much or as little as I wanted. Did that for a couple of years and then one day they decided to change computer management systems and that's when I knew I was done! Did not want to learn a new system so I bid farewell to everyone again permanently. That was 2 years ago. Havent looked back!
Do you still have your Vegas house?
This ^^^ was the same thinking/logic that helped my decision to FIRE. Thanks for sharing.When I reconnected (AGAIN) with the fact that I was giving all of my time away for a meaningless amount of money then I quickly walked.
Tuscon is so beautiful in the winter.Yes. For now. We will probably sell it in the next year or two. Have family moving down to Tucson so will probably just winter with them down there.
what you said. This is a great message to deliver to somebody on the fence about it.What a terrific thread & responses! Thanks, OP, for sharing and everyone for your responses.
My Megacorp would not, under any circumstances, hire one of their own retirees or empl*yees who had quit. It was pathological. One time, someone recognized a contract empl*yee who had previously w*rked for Megacorp. He was ushered off the premises before lunch. Just plain nuts, but that was just a "kink" that Megacorp would NOT change - even to its own detriment. You can't make this stuff up.I retired four years ago from a position that would be difficult to get back into at the same level of pay. Even if I wanted to try and get back in with the company I left it wouldn't be possible because they went bankrupt. I guess they couldn't make it without me
That was policy at my MC also. However, they softened after they started laying people off. When I quit in the 90s, the exit interviewer specifically told me they changed that policy and should I feel the need to come back, I could reapply.My Megacorp would not, under any circumstances, hire one of their own retirees or empl*yees who had quit. It was pathological. One time, someone recognized a contract empl*yee who had previously w*rked for Megacorp. He was ushered off the premises before lunch. Just plain nuts, but that was just a "kink" that Megacorp would NOT change - even to its own detriment. You can't make this stuff up.
Oddly, I really enjoyed our 50th reunion even though I had only kept track (more or less) with one class member out of over 500. It's true that, for the most part, we looked like old people. But what I noticed was that all the old rivalries and petty ranking had faded into the background. I couldn't dredge up a single bad memory of that time. It was, however, sobering to think that we'd already lost a fifth of our number over the years. I guess it's all a matter of perception so YMMV.On a similar note, I recently got an invitation to my 50th high school reunion. At first thought, I was excited to think about going and showing up as a (relative) success, not who I was back in high school.
I failed retirement after one year. I was 47 and single, with a decent stash. I travelled a lot, met up old friends from all over the world, volunteered a little. After about 18 months, I was starting to feel rudderless. An old colleague called and suggested I would be great for a project. He introduced me to his CEO, and I was very impressed. I took the job with little due diligence. BIG MISTAKE. It was everything I hated about corporate roles, lots of politics, relationship based rather than merit oriented, and a few less than ethical players. I cleaned up the mess I landed in, and felt good about that. I finally left with twice the net worth I started with. But honestly, it was money I really didn't need, and I won't get that time back. When I retired for good a few years later, I decided to find my own purpose, not rely on a company to define it for me. Six years so far , and still going great!
Yes. Sights and smells can trigger bad memories.I never thought about going back but I ran into an old colleague a few years ago near the office and I took him up on his offer to come up and visit. I almost had a panic attack just being there. Never again will I even get that close to my old prison.
It's been 58 yrs since HS and I have been to all but the first reunion and enjoyed each of them in spite of not having been close friends with most of them (at least not that I remember). Most everyone was friendly and fun to talk with and appeared to enjoy talking about their path as well as interested in hearing mine. Each time the number of classmates (out of about 1350) get smaller with the last time about <50 due to distance, cost, disinterest, or age.Oddly, I really enjoyed our 50th reunion even though I had only kept track (more or less) with one class member out of over 500. It's true that, for the most part, we looked like old people. But what I noticed was that all the old rivalries and petty ranking had faded into the background. I couldn't dredge up a single bad memory of that time. It was, however, sobering to think that we'd already lost a fifth of our number over the years. I guess it's all a matter of perception so YMMV.
This isn't quite the same thing, but the Mom of one of my co-workers retired back around 1999 or 2000, from the same industry we're both in. In fact, it was her who hired me, way back in 1992. Anyway, my co-worker regularly tells her Mom about all of the monkeyshines that tend to go on at work these days, and her Mom says that the workplace these days sounds like a nightmare!Every other month or so, I meet with a few old colleagues and we mostly discuss retirement. Sometimes we invite current active employees. When they come, they verify to us we are glad to be out of there. Their latest stories raise my blood pressure even though we are in a secure, undisclosed location far away from the office.