You know how every year you get that friendly statement from Social Security stating how much your Social Security benefits would be if you retired at 65 and then at 68 and 70 and so on? How nice of them to remind every year that I will probably be working on the day of my own damn funeral! According to them, I can never retire. Well, not if I want to actually live in a house and have food once in a while.
And, because I am a twit and a do-gooder and decided that social work was a good "calling" I will have no retirement pension or nest egg to rely on whatsoever.
I could probably afford to live right here in my apartment for a while since I have dirt cheap rent to pay due to the fact that I rent from my sister and she doesn't want the hassle of finding someone else to rent to and, frankly, she knows she would have to do a ginormous amount of upgrades to rent it to anyone but me. But, she's older than me and it's likely that she will go before me leaving the house to her daughter who will probably kick me out! Maybe I should invest in a tent now while I have the income.
Now, I like my job, don't get me wrong. I just don't want to do it forever. I would like some time to rest and relax and just do whatever the hell I want to do when I want to do it. The first thing that goes is that damned alarm clock. Oh it's going alright. Right out the window, after I beat it to death with a hammer. I hate that thing.
I think I'll write a letter to the Social Security Administration. You think they take bribes? Maybe next time I get that notice it will bring me some good news. Like - Hey! You can retire next week! And we'll give you $5000 a month!
Is that too much to ask?
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