Sold My Soul to the Company Store
<p>Agonizing over the dips in my 401K, obsessing over savings calculators, making weekly visits to the Coinstar machine; I am determined to squirrel away enough to escape the capitalist merry-go-round.</p>
<p>It seems that I pester my wife daily with long-range calculations and new strategies for financial independence.</p>
<p>“If we can save just $50 more each month, we can have such-and-such income by the time we turn 85.”</p>
<p>“Wow. That’s nice, Babe.”</p>
<p>My wife is smart. She has developed an adaptive technique of only allocating 5% of her attention to my rantings on retirement savings. The other 95% is better devoted to other things. Besides, the retirement “plan” changes on a whim, and so there’s no point in tuning in each time.</p>
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