Thirty odd years ago I worked for a small firm. My Foreman was a kindly cheerful fellow who had been there since the building's foundations had been poured, he was a bit over retirement age but still strong as a bull and sharp as a tack.
One day he walked in looking rather sad, on questioning he said that he had filled in his tax forms, and because of taxes on his investments and savings he was working for cents on the dollar and thought it time to finally retire.
He went to see the managing Director( Bruce Who he had actually hired as office boy some forty years before) and returned smiling like a Cheshire Cat ( Smile from Ear to Ear). He simply said I will finish six months on Friday,It is fixed with Bruce
That week he left work about 15 minutes early on the Friday, The next week he left a half hour early on Friday. Gradually he stopped coming in on Fridays, then Thursdays, then Wednesdays, Towards retirement day he would come in on only Monday mornings and if everything was running smoothly would have a coffee with us in the canteen at break, then go home.
We had a great collection for him, got him a Gun dog, shortwave radio outfit and a model cannon as presents and he lived on to a long and happy retirement.
He gave me his toolbox and I still use it to this day.
Do any of you have good stories about leaving jobs to retire in style?
Regards David Powell
One day he walked in looking rather sad, on questioning he said that he had filled in his tax forms, and because of taxes on his investments and savings he was working for cents on the dollar and thought it time to finally retire.
He went to see the managing Director( Bruce Who he had actually hired as office boy some forty years before) and returned smiling like a Cheshire Cat ( Smile from Ear to Ear). He simply said I will finish six months on Friday,It is fixed with Bruce
That week he left work about 15 minutes early on the Friday, The next week he left a half hour early on Friday. Gradually he stopped coming in on Fridays, then Thursdays, then Wednesdays, Towards retirement day he would come in on only Monday mornings and if everything was running smoothly would have a coffee with us in the canteen at break, then go home.
We had a great collection for him, got him a Gun dog, shortwave radio outfit and a model cannon as presents and he lived on to a long and happy retirement.
He gave me his toolbox and I still use it to this day.
Do any of you have good stories about leaving jobs to retire in style?
Regards David Powell
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