All I’m concerned about is job satisfaction. I hear this at least once a week from a co-worker, who like me, is coming to grips with the thought of retirement. The more he talks about it, the easier it is for me to see how he is going through the stages of grief.
Since the very first day that I worked with him, over six years ago, all I heard about was how horrible of a job it was and the only reason he was there was because he was made redundant. That job, naturally, was the best job he ever had. He finds comfort in the mundane, he finds peace in routine, and he feels at home when he can talk to anyone and everyone and get away with it under the guise of work.
After hearing how disgusting this job was for that long, to now in the last few months, listening how rewarding and satisfying the job has become, finally got to be to much for me. I finally said that the only reason it is satisfying is because he is scared of retirement and not having this job to give him purpose everyday.
For the first time since I’ve known him, he was speechless. He did not have a response, mainly because he knew it was true. It is just my opinion, but I do believe he is truly fearful of trying to do anything on his own. To spend the day, on his own, without any human contact would bring him total incapacitating fear.
At the end of the day, I just don’t see him leaving that job gracefully and peacefully. There will be no joy when he hands in the keys for the last time. My last day, will see me with and ear to ear grin! The time will have come to work on my personal goals, as all the goals dealing with the government have been met.
When I moved to England in 2016, I had a handful of goals in mind that would lead to my retirement. First, was successfully passing two visa applications, so I could stay and work here. Second, was to stay under the radar while I lived here. By that I mean, not to use or need the government for anything that I could do on my own.
My initial visa in 2016, stated that I wasn’t entitled to any form of government assistance, so this part wasn’t that difficult. Yet, when I acquired throat cancer late in 2016, I was entitle to some worker benefits, yet I didn’t apply for or receive the benefits I was entitled to.
As far as the government was concerned I was a valuable immigrant. I worked, I stayed out of trouble, and most importantly, I never asked the government for any form of assistance.
These two simple goals have gotten me to the point that I am able to live and work in England for the rest of my life, without having to update my visa every two and a half years. The last goal was applying for citizenship. Which was approved and the ceremony will take place in June 2022.
My goals for work in England, and in reality, for life, have been met. I worked in England at a job to achieve a goal. In America, I worked with the goal of having a career, which I also achieved.
Now it’s time to “work” on the benefits and goals of retirement.