Well, still jobless. Big surprise. I’m 53 years old and apparently my skill set looks a lot better on a 25 year old.
Nothing new there. A lot of things look better on a 25 year old.
The thing is that I feel like a 53 year old offers more stability than a young ‘un. It’s not like I’m going to throw my hands up in the air any time soon and declare, “I’m outta here!”
I’m more likely to ask, “Do you have a retirement plan or a 401K?” or “Is there any way I could work here until I’m 82? Because that’s about when I could afford to leave. “
I am not bashing young people. In fact, I wish I were one. They have options and they can walk away from a crappy offer. I really can’t afford to do that at this point.
Let this be a lesson to you. If you’re over 45 think twice about leaving whatever job it is that pays your bills. I’m not saying give up on your dreams or settle for some boring same-old life. I’m just saying if you want to develop your creative side after age 50, do it in a nice yoga class. Not in the job market. And God knows you really only begin to explore anything seriously after you’re 50.
I’ve been on the hiring side of things and more than once I wondered whether hiring the younger person at a lesser wage or the older one with more experience at higher price tag made sense. With the younger ones, you can always impart your knowledge. Older folks already know what works for them and they don’t really want to listen to a new idea, unless they are desperate like me.
Oh, I know there will be exceptions. I know more than one person who wrote their first novel after age 60. You wanna know how that happened? My guess is that they came to the realization that there’s no better time than now to spread their creative wings…and they probably had a day job or a retirement plan. They probably weren’t facing homelessness or their electricity being shut off. Word to the wise, if you want the freedom to make decisions like this when you’re 60, put $25 dollars away every week beginning at age 18. You will not regret it. My mother told me this, but like with everything else she said I didn’t believe her.
I’ve never been the financially astute one in my family. If you read this blog at all you already know I prefer the fancy mustard and other finer things I really can’t afford. Unfortunately I’ve been the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants one. Can I just say that now that I’m 53 and the only one of my siblings looking for a job, that way of life didn’t really work out so great now that I have arthritis and a bit of a hearing loss.
All things must pass. I know I’ll get through the rest of my life in my own way, probably without a lot of planning or structure. Such is the way I’ve always been.
At this point I guess I am looking back and thinking that I could have made some smarter decisions about money, even though I really never had much to work with. I guess I should’ve done what my mother told me to do decades ago. Boy does she look so much smarter now that I’m older.