I learned yesterday that my political position at BDS, which has steeply declined the past three years, has just taken another bump downward. Each January since 1998 I have worked with the Big Boss to prepare his address to a major local industry group for their annual dinner. I've just been advised that my services will not be required next month.
Fine. I never enjoyed it. But it was a lot of work, and generated a lot of email traffic/documentation that was useful when I was hauled before management twice a year to justify my existence. Without it, my organizational niche is increasingly exposed, precarious.
BDS is, fortunately, a slow, saurian undertaking. I figure it will be another year at minimum before they move on me, and another year after that, if I do not resist, before they force me out. Should I enlist legal assistance (the spousette, who has some experience in workplace issues) I'm confident I can spin the thing out.
Recently I've been thinking of bailing on 04/01/19 (American style). If I do so, the BDS defined benefits plan (to which maybe half a dozen of us in this entire building are entitled) will pay me a handsome annual stipend of x. As I crunch the numbers, I find that I can bail not quite two years before that for .975x.
Of course, the mortgage won't be paid off until 2023 (probably more like 2021, given the couple of C-notes I add to each monthly payment), and since x, the pension, is about four-fifths of y, the salary, and given the rather, ahem, irregular (read negligible) spousal income this decade, I might do well to grit my teeth and try to hang on until 2019, but if management gets beastly, I'm pretty sure I can dig in my heels for long enough to sprint outta here thirty months from now. I can always take a gig as a WalMart greeter until the mortgage is paid.
cordially,
Fine. I never enjoyed it. But it was a lot of work, and generated a lot of email traffic/documentation that was useful when I was hauled before management twice a year to justify my existence. Without it, my organizational niche is increasingly exposed, precarious.
BDS is, fortunately, a slow, saurian undertaking. I figure it will be another year at minimum before they move on me, and another year after that, if I do not resist, before they force me out. Should I enlist legal assistance (the spousette, who has some experience in workplace issues) I'm confident I can spin the thing out.
Recently I've been thinking of bailing on 04/01/19 (American style). If I do so, the BDS defined benefits plan (to which maybe half a dozen of us in this entire building are entitled) will pay me a handsome annual stipend of x. As I crunch the numbers, I find that I can bail not quite two years before that for .975x.
Of course, the mortgage won't be paid off until 2023 (probably more like 2021, given the couple of C-notes I add to each monthly payment), and since x, the pension, is about four-fifths of y, the salary, and given the rather, ahem, irregular (read negligible) spousal income this decade, I might do well to grit my teeth and try to hang on until 2019, but if management gets beastly, I'm pretty sure I can dig in my heels for long enough to sprint outta here thirty months from now. I can always take a gig as a WalMart greeter until the mortgage is paid.
cordially,