It has been a rather hectic month in the Mr. & Mrs. Dress Pockets household from a work/life balance perspective. Recovering from Covid, my boss asked me to step up and take on a bunch of additional work for the sudden departure of a colleague. Meh. Ok. I guess.
In exchange, I asked for a 10% salary bump for the first time in my life. Sorry, expense freeze. Contractors cut. Then last week they invited my boss and most of my department to find other opportunities. Guess who’s holding the bag? This guy.
I have been making a bigger stink than most coworkers about how this all went down thanks to F-you money. I’m still processing and formulating my next steps but there are at least plans A, B and C and variants therein.
Recently I decided that I want to retire with Dr. Fauci by the end of President Biden’s first term in January 2025. Then this week Dr. Fauci sped his plans up and said December 2022 was good enough. Can’t say I blame him but not sure I can beat him.
January 2025 marks 25 years in the coal mine for me. A line I intend to keep. Leaving with 22 years, 7 months, 14 days is ok too 😉
Addendum: Seems 2 data points make a trend and every August the wind picks up and my job exhausts me.
Own your house. Have a couple bucks in the bank. Don’t drink. That’s all I have to say to anybody at any social level. Did your grandfather take risks?
John Goodman in The Gambler
