Too Young To Retire

…a short story

I just got off the phone with Beth. It’s Saturday, and I should have been home instead of working overtime on this work project.

Instead, I’m here at the office by myself, hashing out the details of the company merger, sending emails that probably won’t be read until the middle of next week and setting up meetings for next month.

It could all wait until Monday; I know that. On some level, though, I feel like I’m getting a head start.

Problem is, it never feels like I have enough time during the week to get everything done. Well then, where is the time I saved?

So, yeah. I should be sitting at the dinner table with my family. Hearing Beth and the kids talk about their day; watching them laugh and tease each other. Letting Beth cut me another slice of pie. Telling the kids they can stay up a half hour later to watch tv. Acting like a father and husband. Why am I sitting here doing work that could wait–no should wait–until Monday? What in the world am I thinking?

I know what I’m really worried about. It’s the merger. Once the company finalizes the merger, my position might be dissolved, and I’ve got to make sure the company knows how indispensable I am to its continued success.

I really am; as the top sales executive, I could easily find work with any of our competitors. But I’m only 6 years away from being able to cash out my IRA. I don’t want to have to start over at this point.

You’d think with the 60 hours a week that I give this job, that there would be times I could actually see a clear desk, but it never stops coming. Whatever happened to going paperless? It seems to me like there is more paper than ever before.

It’s not that I love this job. My work is satisfying, but I’d give it up in a heartbeat if I were even 2 years closer to retirement.

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