If I ever get rich, I’ll be gone

Years ago, I won some scratch tickets at a work holiday party, and when my boss saw it was me, he said, “You can’t quit if you win.”

I didn’t, just like my wife and I have never won more than a couple dollars from the scratch cards my mother gets us each Christmas, just like I didn’t win the one time I’ve played Powerball.

But if we ever did come into an insane amount of money, wherever I worked would get two weeks while we set about to paying off the mortgage and seeing what real estate in London (or New York or Los Angeles) looked like for at least part of the year.

Then you’d never see me at work again.

My work isn’t going to lead to world peace or cures for cancer or Alzheimer’s, but it’s also not a “bulls—t job” (although, like at any other workplace, there’s a certain amount of BS that goes on).

It’s a middle-management position, in charge of about 20 people. I like what I do, think I’m good at it, am happy when it goes well, unhappy when it doesn’t. The BS drive me insane, and I’ve had many co-workers of whom I’m incredibly fond.

And if the money was right, I’d be gone.

I don’t have a particularly romantic view of the concept of working. From when I was 16 with a need to insure my first car to now with a mortgage at 46, I work because vendors don’t accept good looks and obvious charm as payment. Only the terms have changed.

And if people did accept good looks and obvious charm as payment … I’d still need to get a job.

Here I am preparing to pass cake, and the torch, to my friend Nancy. Many times when I’ve left a job, I’ve said I wanted my successor to be better than I was. I joke with Nancy that she’s the only person who ever believed I was serious. Photo by my mate Gardner

But while I’m unromantic about work, I also know work is unromantic about me.

I’ve left a lot of jobs, most voluntarily, but not all. People have been sad that I’m gone, and I’ve been said to leave them, but I’m still friends with them in other venues.

However, everyone, whether they liked me or not, couldn’t afford to miss me at work. Life goes on, and so does work. It still needs to get done.

When I’m gone, someone else will do the job.

5 thoughts on “If I ever get rich, I’ll be gone

  1. When I announced my retirement three years ago this December , some folks were happy. Others were like, “what are you going to live on?” “Won’t you get bored?” I have my pension and social security , I can’t do as much as I did with a check every week, but by the grace of God , I’m still able to travel and go to those sporting events that I love so much. As for being bored, I guess people at the job forgot that we live in New York City .


  2. Pingback: Day one as a post-Powerball non-billionaire – A Silly Place

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