What will my life be like in three years? Well life can be hard to predict. It’s like Paul Simon says in the song: “God only knows, God makes his plan, the information’s unavailable to the mortal man.”
But while we sit around having coffee, waiting for the big man to decide, we tend to explore the options on our own. I expect to be fully retired. Well, there may be some work going on in the shop. But otherwise, I’ll be retired. If I’m still fit, I’ll work on my garden, feed the cats and dog, and fool around with my model railroad. Well, I may still blog.
Now, the other evening, I was musing about the paucity of jobs I was seeing for people in the anthropological trade. Then I laughed. Who would hire me? Skill, yes. Training?Absolutely! Career achievements? You bet! Age? Oh no!
In point of fact, the old war horse, I admitted, would gladly trot off to another campaign. Just one problem. Age discrimination. While the probability of my wanting to look for something is low, I’m pretty sure that there are some not-too-subtle prejudices regarding age out there.
There is a poor utilization of resources caused by age discrimination. For our society, it’s a loss. As a nation, we are allowing a wealth of talent and skill to lie fallow.
For me personally? Well, having a strong ego and lots to do, I regard it as society’s loss.
Sorry, I gotta go. The cats want dinner.
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I have never regretted retiring early. It gives you so much energy to fully investigate your world and pursue interests.
The ground fell away when the government job was “reinvented” out of existence. The 401 K was used to keep healthcare and other benefits intact for the family. As a result, I am still contributing to a retirement plan that I intend to start using soon.
The last place I want to stand today is in front of a classroom.
I agree, too much like real work.