Five years with this company, and sadly the owner passes away. The family sell the company with no regard for current employees. Unemployed again. I’ll find something real soon.
I thought I had a good chance with two companies. Rejections from both. I am getting older, maybe it is an age thing. Should I sue both companies for age discrimination? Give your head a shake and get on with your life.
It is extremely tough to be unemployed in your forties. The job market has shrunk right in front of me. I cannot start talking to my vegetable garden again, and sadly our dog has passed away. Would my wife come to my rescue again? Miracle lady just got a promotion at her job. That will keep the wolf away from the door. But I have to face the moment of being unemployed again. Sorry to admit it old pal, but you have easily won this round.
How many jobs can a man have during a period of twenty tears? As I do a rough count by my fingers, even adding in my toes for the overflow; that is enough. I quit counting.
Almost every magazine I read or scan through these current days has a multitude of ads relating to investing your savings and retirement income to live a comfortable life. Call this number, or come into this office, make a plan and you will sleep well tonight. Instead, I just did as my doctor told me and took a sleep apnea test and I am sleeping well every night with my CPAP attachment, thank you.
Would I like to have an extra three or four thousand coming in every month? Silly question, but I never gained that kind of tenure that earns a good pension income.
That reminds me; that is what started all this self-think-tank analysis.
An obituary for my old pal. He was four years younger than me. But what an obit. Revered by his employer for his thirty plus years of service and his many awards from the company. Kind words sent in by a lot of fellow workers. Many other attributes were rhymed off including the mention of his luxury condo waiting at his winter get away in Palm Springs. Knowing the powerful company that he worked for no doubt he was receiving big pension cheques every month. You would say that he lived a good life. But wait a minute that should have been my obit. Maybe could have been is more fitting. I lost that round in fine fashion.
What will my obit look like? He was getting on in age. No recognition from the blue chip company he left after five years. Tributes coming in from only family members. No mention of any boats, not even a row boat, and no cottage or chalet to holiday in. Also, no monthly pension cheques. Not a flashy obit, but I feel that with my two boys and my loving wife, I have had a charmed life.
My old pal; I am deeply sorry that you passed. I’m still living. So, it is obvious that I win this round.
