The New Retiree
My father, who was born back in 1949, officially went into retirement on 31st October 2005, at the tender age of 56. But he never attained the full status of retiree because his company contracted him back. The contract was ended on the same date this year.
My father is a very energetic person at work. Sometimes I even consider him a workaholic. He’s very passionate about his job and has all the reason to do so. He loved his job so much. My family often has to endure his stories about his job, all of which he wholeheartedly told us.
In an afterthought, I just realized what his retirement meant to us, his family. To us this means that:
- I’m now the breadwinner of the family. Not that my family is fully dependant on me or anything, but from now on what my father will bring home every end of the month won’t be called a salary, it’s a pension. And we all know what a pension is: a small fraction of what someone earned as his last salary.
- This will definitely change my family’s spending habit. About two days ago, my mother called from Surabaya, asking me to message back to her credit card bill amount. I opened the billing statement and I noticed that the amount was a tiny bit more than my father’s pension. I don’t think the condition will be the same next month.
- Some behavioral changes are expected from my father. We are bracing for the most common symptoms of new retirees: the dreaded post power syndrome. As I returned home from work this evening (today’s his first day as a retiree), he muttered, “Staying at home doing nothing just doesn’t feel right.” Sentences of remorse today, crankiness tomorrow?
- My father needs an activity. My father’s great mind has nurtured several ideas about this. He’s still weighing his options right now. But all that verve of his going to waste is definitely not an option. He’s thinking about setting up a payment point at home but let’s not forget that he already has two taxicabs at his disposal should the former cannot be realized.
- I need to find a way to get to work every morning. I’m used to going along with my father on his way to work. He drops me near The Office and continues to his. Now, due to his newly attained status and my reluctance to go to work by bus (I hate to be drenched in my own sweat in the morning), I don’t have a clue how am I going to go to work (at least in the long term). Buying a motorbike? Driving the family car?
This last month of 2006 will be a test for my family. Figuring ways we can cope with the current situation, mentally, physically, and financially. I think some adaptations are in order. Wish us luck, guys.