The Bloody Doors Off

So I’m watching one of those Consumer Cellular commercials just now.

And I realize.

I’m their targeted demographic.

A discount cell phone provider (who I think is only available in the U.S. anyway) is targeting me.

Okay.

My age range.

Still.

Which then reminds me, I’ll be turning 55 in October.

Kevin and Wayne both retired at 55. Wayne and Donna moved to Alberta to be with the kids and grandkids.

Kevin plays golf 4 times a week (conservative guess).

My point is.

I’m never gonna be able to retire.

I have a modest (tiny) pension with CIBC World Markets. It was supposed to be my career trajectory. Move up in the company, maybe manage the Desktop Publishing department.

Getting laid off in 2008, not the best time.

It did lead me to a new company, but that only lasted four years.

And I’ve been freelancing ever since.

Some years as a freelancer were good.

Some. Not so much.

I came so close to landing a full-time job this spring. It was between me and one other candidate.

I got the “he’s a better fit of us” talk.

And weeks later, they’re using me as a freelancer.

(Yes, I wonder if this was their plan, all along. Not that the work I’m doing now would be considered full-time.)

My point is.

I can’t afford to retire.

I’m gonna work until either I die, or am physically incapable.

That shit’s depressing.

And we still need to make out our wills.

Not that I have much to pass on. But I sure as hell don’t want the government to get their mitts on it.

And now I’m depressed.

Way to go, Koster.