March 29th, 2021



I am slowly coming to the decision that I plan on retiring in March of 2022, 11 months from now. I'm still not sure of an exact date. I need to work that out with personnel, but I have decided that I can comfortably retire on 29% of my salary and/or there is no great desire to pursue that extra 1%. If you start to play that game, you will end up playing it every year. I'm 3 months away from my minimum retirement age and August 16 marks my official 30 years with the gov't. It's just time to move on.

I let it slip to my colleagues on Friday during a conference call when my counterpart at the irrigation district said that he would be calling it quits next month. It was a total surprise out of the blue. He sounded very disgruntled. It's a shame because this guy really knows his stuff. I have been working with him for 20 years. It would be a rare thing to disagree with him except when his answer was political instead of scientific. He will be greatly missed. But he had no big plans or ideas. He had just had enough. I just said, "Yup! I'll be joining you in a year." I guess that raised some eyebrows.

The more I hear that statement, "The fastest way to death is through retirement," the more I disagree with it. Maybe if you did physical labor your whole life and suddenly ended up on a sofa, yeah, that could be detrimental to your health. Maybe if you created a business with your own 2 hands and it was a source of pride to you, it would take a mental toll on you to give that up. But here I am sitting on my ass for 8 hours a day staring at a screen. No. I think being able to get out and do things would be an improvement to my conditions, not a negative thing. What would I do? Meh. Who knows? Something. Anything.