The Perfect Career Length

A few weekends ago I spent some time with my good friend and his family. We drove up to a nearby lake in the Sierra for the day and grilled up food, made a fire for our kids to cook up s’mores, and enjoyed the brilliant scenery that is a mountain lake nestled amongst towering pines. I hadn’t really hung out with him since last October, as we’d been adhering best we can to social distancing guidelines. As we relaxed near the fire we’d made and watched our kids throwing rocks into the high altitude lake and walking atop fallen logs, we started talking about retirement parties. My friend’s wife mentioned that a co-worker was retiring after 54 years of working at her company. The current owner of this company was 9 years old when this retiring co-worker started her tenure. And apparently, this company didn’t want to have a party for this lifer till our friend’s insistence made its way to top leadership.

54 years

My wife, who’s an HR manager at a Fortune 500 company, throws many retirement parties as part of her duties. She remarked on how this was a big deal. A true feat. Everyone seemed to agree. This was remarkable. Not only staying with a single company but working for 5 decades.

“I hope to God I don’t ever have to work that long.” I interjected. My friend, who’s not at all in the FIRE camp, agreed.

Is a 54 year work career a cause to celebrate? Is that a success…or complete failure?

It seems maybe this would be a celebration for the company and the government, but not the employee. Were we born so that we can work diligently for a half-century for a corporation?

Of course in my FIRE tainted eyes, 54 years of working a W-2 job is a failure. But that’s my own opinion. I don’t know if this new retiree completely and utterly loved their job. It may have been their life’s passion. It may have been the only thing this person dreamed about doing since childhood. Maybe they had no family or friends outside of work. But 54 years. That just seems like too long to be working.

Maybe at some point in time, in another generation’s eyes, this might have been a success story. To me, and probably to you reading this, this is a horror story.

A long career is an honorable thing. A person who works a long career is probably a good law-abiding citizen. A person who’s paid more than their share of taxes to the government. They’ve probably been a good consumer as well, keeping our economy buzzing and stock markets rising. This was my father’s generation. He worked for 44 years. For him and other baby boomers, this was what it was all about. Work hard and long and have nice things. Your profession was woven tightly into your identity.

I have no idea what it’s like to enjoy being a true master at something either, meaning decades and decades at a single profession. Why give something up just as you’ve mastered it? And maybe that thing mastered pays well too, they usually do. I also think that the longer you work for a living, the more that work becomes life, instead of a supplement to life. Again nothing wrong with those who choose that path. It’s just not for me. I can’t unsee the off-ramp from the rat race that FIRE has shown me.

It’s also not all glory and prestige for those who choose to continue working for decades. I’ve seen older, loyal workers who love their company, get pushed out and terminated because of age or because they make too much money after years of compounding incremental annual raises. If a company can get a younger guy to do your job for half the price, why wouldn’t they? I’m actually greatly impacted by an older co-worker who was a mentor of mine and was let go after 34 years at the same company for no real reason. After telling him he was fired, they offered to throw him a retirement party to keep up the company look, which he angrily declined. After witnessing that a few years ago, I told myself I never wanted to be that person. I never want work to tell me when it’s over. It needs to be the other way around.

mercenary mindset

I think of my employment from the point of view of the mercenary. I’m a soldier of fortune. There’s no love for the employer or any feelings beyond a mutual business deal. I treat my employer like a friendly stray dog. A conversation with a stranger on the street. At any moment things could go well, and in the same moment, I could be attacked by letting my guard down. If I can find a better deal, I’ll seriously consider taking it and not feel an ounce of guilt. I’ve accepted that my employment is temporary. Whether that “temporary” status is 20 years or 20 days, it’s all the same. Temporary. Not that I’d be okay with getting canned, I’d be upset and stressed out. But I try to prepare myself by thinking about it often enough so that if it does happen, it won’t sting as much.

I’m feeling comfortable at work again, and this is my way of pushing back against that dangerous fuzzy feeling. Being comfortable never got anyone anywhere in life. I work harder for the company and save more when I’m uncomfortable.

If an employer wants to act like I’m family and take me out to lunch, I’m not going to object. But I won’t be fooled into thinking they have a special spot for me in their heart. I’ve been in meetings where employees are talked about like inanimate chess pieces. There’s no doubt that in other meetings I’m talked about in the same manner–but it’s just business. No hard feelings. I’ve been fooled once, never again.

the perfect career length

So what’s the perfect career length?

The short answer is as long as it takes to save up enough to retire.

But how long is too long? Even if you love your job, there must be more to life than working at a profession.

Even the military only expects a twenty-year career from you. Soldiers in the ancient Roman empire were guaranteed by the state (during the Pax Romana), citizenship and a plot of land after a 20-year service in the legions. My in-laws, who are in law enforcement, can retire after 25 years with a pension. And if I can retire per my plan, at the age of 43, I would have worked 25 years. That sounds about right for me. If I truly enjoyed my work, I think I wouldn’t mind working a little longer. And to be honest, if I truly enjoyed my work, FIRE might not be the right path for me.

All I know is that if I have to work for 54 years at a corporation, something has gone terribly wrong.

What do you think? Am I being too harsh? Is 54 years too long for a working career? What’s your perfect career length?


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