Though I don’t talk much about it, I do have a real job (other than reading blogs and penning these little morsels for your perusal). I work in a small office of medical case managers, and my job position morphs between technical writer/executive assistant/receptionist. My attitude about my job duties undergoes a similar course of shape shifting, although most of the time I enjoy them (well, perhaps that’s not the right word). At least I find them pleasantly tolerable.
By far the best aspect of my job is the people I work with. In the six years that I’ve been here, we’ve seen a lot of personnel changes, but the core group that remains are really neat women. There are also some women who no longer work there, but that I continue to socialize with on a regular basis.
The owner of the company is a woman just slightly older than I – her two daughters work with her. There is no sense of entitlement about these young women, they are bright, energetic, and hard working. Oh sure, they get a few extra perks, but I’d do the same for my kids if I were able.
So, we have a good time at the office. We get our work done, we commiserate about our partners, we gossip about our clients (shh, don’t tell!), we go out to eat once in a while. It’s about the most fun you can have and still get paid.
What I’m getting around to saying is that I like working. And it’s a good thing, really. I recently received a little statement from the Social Security Administration. You know, the one that tells you how much money you’ll receive if you retire at age 62, age 65, and now, age 70.
Naturally, if you work until you’re 70, you get a lot more money.
A couple of years ago, my dad went back to work. Nearly 80 years old at the time, and status post two angioplasties, back surgery, and most recently colon cancer followed by six weeks of chemo. He said he needed the money, and I really don’t doubt it. The cost of living in Naples is pretty high, after all. But I was upset about it. The thought of an elderly man, once a respected and successful business owner, now working in Walmart to make a few extra bucks -well, it bothered me.
But you know what? After two years, I notice he’s standing up straighter, his thoughts seem a lot sharper, he always has some stories to tell about how much better he could manage things over there (and I don’t doubt he lets them know it either!) And I remember how much my dad loved working at his business, meeting people, getting the job done.
Sometimes, working is good. It keeps us motivated, helps maintain our sense of integrity, and gives us a feeling of accomplishment that’s important to maintain, especially as we age.
While some might think -work until I’m 70?? No way!! I tend to think – work only until I’m 70??? What then?
How about you? How do you feel about your job and working for a living?