Post by thesentientpasty on Jun 19, 2020 0:00:58 GMT
I'm 57. And a pension update arrived by post today.
Das Shoppe's pension will, apparently, cough up 70p a week for my future well-being when I'm even more ancient. But the weird fact is that this payment will kick in in 2030, when I'm 67.
Part of me thought "they think I'll retire in ten years!?"
Feck that. Going to pay off the mortgage soon, cut my hours to maybe three days a week, and beat the date by eight years or so. Spend As Much Time As Possible doing me stuff. The Man can go feck himself. I want out.
Well done Pasty. When I was younger I never thought I would want to retire at all. Then I reached a stage in life when I realised that work had stolen so much leisure time from me and what had I missed out on...lots. I am poor but pleased I am out of it.
Post by thesentientpasty on Jun 20, 2020 18:16:27 GMT
Well, there's 'poor' as in literally starving, or risking your life on an inflatable dinghy crossing the Channel, or hiding in a refrigerated truck for days on end, in order to build some kind of better life; and there's 'poor' as in not be able to afford 17+ cars, and forced to live in a gated, CCTV-covered, privately secured community, worried that your kids will be kidnapped and ransomed, but this second version of poor means, at least, you've food on the table and a roof over your head.
I'll take this latter 'poor', thanks. What's the point of dying with millions in the bank?