Last September I was curious enough to request a retirement pension projection. It had been on my mind and I did a close calculation, I just wanted to be sure.
My numbers came back and I was pleasantly surprised. Just a little more income and investment planning and I thought 2019 would probably be my year.
In January 2018 my shift preference request was denied (or ignored, I haven't decided what to call it) and I ended up with swing shift on a team that I was happy to be a part. I was actually excited about it. I could go back to a normal sleep pattern. I'm working with guys I've known for years and who I respected. And I had a lot of ideas for new programs and activities for the kids. I was finally in a WIN, WIN, WIN situation. That was until my vacation request showed up in my work mailbox.
January 22 is not the time to tell me that portions of my vacation were denied, especially when my flight for one month abroad leaves in 10 days. This is the treatment I've dealt with for the past 10 years and I was tired of it. So I did what any person with anger issues does, I made a total irrational decision . . . retire . . . NOW!
“So I did what any person with anger issues does . . .”
Lord bless the staff at the county employee retirement office. I explained my situation and they agreed with and encouraged my decision. They even rushed to complete my paperwork so I could retire on February 1st. In retrospect I made this decision solely on an angry response. I hadn't considered expenses I hadn't paid off yet or the fact that my new income would be significantly limited. In that moment of anger, I didn't care. I just didn't want to deal with this treatment anymore.
The hardest part of the days that followed was telling my coworkers. I felt so guilty for leaving my supervisor and teammate. I was more emotional than I ever expected. I felt like I grew up within those walls. I made such good friends and the income I made afforded me a great lifestyle. And for that, I am grateful.
I recently came across a Gallup poll that stated, "75% of workers who voluntarily left their jobs did so because of their bosses and not the position itself." And I couldn't agree more.
Weeks later I received a call on my phone that I didn't recognize. It was my retirement rep calling to make sure I signed all the paperwork. She laughed, "I just want to make sure you were really retired." At that moment I was having lunch in a small restaurant overlooking Jemaa El-Fna in Marrakesh, Morocco. "Yep, I am DEFINITELY retired."