I decided that I must live my life on my terms
<i>&gt; Basically, I want to grow old doing what I love, not feeling that I am working.</i><p>That’s where I’m at, now. I was forced into that, but, after a few years, I’ll admit it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.<p>I’m not rich; and likely never will be, but I’m going to be fine. I was considering working for another ten years, and adding more to a pile, but it would have cost me my soul.<p>This was made quite clear to me, when I started interviewing, after leaving my previous job, of almost 27 years.<p>Many companies were openly hostile and insulting; right out of the starting gate, and I found that I inevitably ran into at least one person, in subsequent interviews, that started the bullying.<p>I’m pretty much certain that it’s because I’m older, although it may also be the zeitgeist of today’s tech working culture.<p>Made it clear, that, even if the company hired me, they would be treating me with disrespect.<p>So I took my toys and went home. Very grateful to have the means to do so.<p>And I’ve gotten used to setting my own agenda, without insecure middle managers or cow orkers crapping all over my work.<p>I never stopped “working.” In fact, I’ve “worked” harder in the last four years, than I ever did, when I was earning a paycheck.<p>But it barely feels like work.<p>I plan to keep &quot;working&quot; until the day I pop my clogs. The coroner will need to rub &quot;YTЯƎWϘ&quot; off my cheek.