Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Retirement? What’s That?

Earlier this month I argued with a fellow Sacramento Bee commenter about his contention that Baby Boomers (I’m one.) should retire early to allow younger people to assume their jobs. I responded that I can’t retire because my state pension is being threatened.

Then I read a Los Angeles Times article about a USC Dornsife/Times poll stating that California voters support a cap on pensions for current and future public employees and a later age for collecting them. I raised my hands in frustration. It’s bad enough that Republican state lawmakers want to cut my benefits in exchange for a balanced budget.

I have been an employee of the State of California for 10 years. I joined a state agency in March 2001 after working 12 years in newspaper journalism. I left journalism because increasingly I had to choose between eating and going to work. (I had a coworker ask me how I kept so slim. I replied, "Stress.") I left journalism before newspapers started losing money to the Internet (that is, search engines for articles and Craig’s List for ads). I saw many of my friends and former colleagues either take a buyout or get laid off.

I have been an information officer/editor for my present state agency for five years. I like my job and intend to retire when I turn 67. My retirement age would give me 25 years of state service at 2.5 percent of salary. God willing, I would also earn Social Security along with my individual retirement account and my 401K.

Even when I retire, if I’m still healthy, I plan to work. I hope to work for a media company as an editor, as a typist, or even as a greeter at Wal-Mart. I will retire only when I am physically or mentally incapable of working.

My message to those “young’uns,” as my southern father would call post-Baby Boomers, is, God willing, I’m not going anywhere. Retirement isn’t as it was in my parents’ generation where they could travel around the United States and didn’t have to worry about their next paycheck. If I were a squirrel, I got my nut. Get your own!

Writing Diva