At any rate, I took a part-time job not long after I retired. The purpose of the job was to save enough money so that when Carole and I travel we will have enough cash to travel in style, instead of just going where we want without any gilding of the lilly. For example, when we go to Italy I want us to be able to see and do things we wouldn’t have the means to do if not for the extra money I save by working part-time. Yeah, we can still go to Europe without the job, but we’ll have to be budget-conscious most of the time if not for the padding in the bank account the job affords.
However, I am beginning to think the job was a mistake. And for this reason:
Because I have a strong work ethic, I tend to labor more intensely than most workers. And, as a letter carrier I once knew would say: “Managers will ride the good horse.”
And so it is. When I hired on, it was with the clear understanding from my employer (a large corporation) that I am indeed retired and that this job is only part-time. We settled on three-day workweeks and generally seven hours per day. However, because they soon realized that I am beyond competent, they began to abuse the situation. Sometimes they would ask if I could work more hours, but sometimes they would just schedule me more than three days without checking with me. Four days, they would say, because of a tough labor situation. And then it was five-day workweeks because they’d unexpectedly lost some employees. And I complained, but still showed up for work on time and put in the hours.
Yeah, I fucked up. I should have refused the extra days and I should have been more forceful in my attitudes toward the unwanted work.
Finally, I got it across to management that I wasn’t going to work the load they were piling on my 62-year-old shoulders. They finally agreed to stop it, but not before scheduling me to work a five-day week, followed by a four-day week. As I look at the future schedule for the rest of the month I am back to either two or three-day workweeks.
That’s better…but I’m starting to think I made a mistake in even working part-time, at all. Maybe it’s time to find another way to earn some extra traveling cash besides punching a clock two or three days a week. Or just say “fuck it” and live with my regular pensions and savings which are sufficient for living and traveling. I mean…why’d I retire anyway if I’m just going to be in another abusive labor-management situation?