Retreat! Part 2
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Melinda, the adviser at ING who manages the deferred compensation portfolio for my employer (and who is therefore very busy helping hundreds of us late Baby Boomers prepare to retire), is a sharp, savvy woman.
The last guy I went to was at least fifteen years my junior. His office featured studio portraits of his lovely wife and several handsome matching kids, as well as prominent insignia of his religious convictions. I'm not sure he could actually see the likes of me, and he certainly couldn't see my point of view on life any better than I could see his. His financial advice, unsurprisingly, bore little relationship to my wishes and none to my strengths or talents.
Melinda, on the other hand, said, "Yeah, you work [in the World's Tallest Basement] for twenty, twenty-five years, and that's it, you've had it, you're burnt out. And yet you're still active, fit and healthy, and you want to enjoy life while it's still enjoyable."
Well, yes, Melinda. That's it exactly. Thanks for sayin'.
I don't have final figures yet, and nobody's pretending that I'll be able to retire like a queen. Unlike so many Americans, however, I have a retirement fund, and I have access to a full coverage health plan whose monthly premium will be no more than the rent on a modest apartment.
So really, all I have to do is scale back by one modest rent, and retirement is within my sights!
Melinda, the adviser at ING who manages the deferred compensation portfolio for my employer (and who is therefore very busy helping hundreds of us late Baby Boomers prepare to retire), is a sharp, savvy woman.
The last guy I went to was at least fifteen years my junior. His office featured studio portraits of his lovely wife and several handsome matching kids, as well as prominent insignia of his religious convictions. I'm not sure he could actually see the likes of me, and he certainly couldn't see my point of view on life any better than I could see his. His financial advice, unsurprisingly, bore little relationship to my wishes and none to my strengths or talents.
Melinda, on the other hand, said, "Yeah, you work [in the World's Tallest Basement] for twenty, twenty-five years, and that's it, you've had it, you're burnt out. And yet you're still active, fit and healthy, and you want to enjoy life while it's still enjoyable."
Well, yes, Melinda. That's it exactly. Thanks for sayin'.
I don't have final figures yet, and nobody's pretending that I'll be able to retire like a queen. Unlike so many Americans, however, I have a retirement fund, and I have access to a full coverage health plan whose monthly premium will be no more than the rent on a modest apartment.
So really, all I have to do is scale back by one modest rent, and retirement is within my sights!
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29/9/11 20:39 (UTC)(no subject)
29/9/11 20:46 (UTC)You have my email address, don't you? bigamethystring at gmail dot com.
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29/9/11 21:10 (UTC)One thing I've learned: unless you actually phone someone who is in the middle of fighting off a barrel of man-eating seals* at that very moment, people LIKE having their brains picked, because it makes them feel smart and authoritative, which people always like feeling but often don't.
Awww--this is DW so I can't use my new Sean Maher Playboy Club icon which I uploaded to my LJ.
*This ACTUALLY HAPPENED to one of the saints in The Golden Legend
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1/10/11 00:17 (UTC)(no subject)
1/10/11 00:27 (UTC)I think I'm going to break down and do Yuletide this year, so perhaps I should *start* drinking to nerve myself to offer TPC.
Once again I am in the situation of "2500 word PWP almost finished! All I need is the sex!"--karmageddon had a Playboy Club prompt for Fandom Free-for-All that I'm almost done with.
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1/10/11 00:32 (UTC)