640 effing million

I'll say it again: It is a shame that the examples mentioned are all that people see of retired folks. I suppose I am blessed to have different examples in front of me.

 

With each passing year, I care approximately 2 percent less what anyone else thinks of me.

I cannot wait to be 60, at which point I will cross into negative territory and, instead of being unconcerned, will actively seek out ways to piss people off.

That's retirement, baby.

 

My retired aunt and uncle are volunteers for the Red Cross and go to all the major tragic places when needed (Katrina, Alabama after the tornados, etc.).
My dad is recently retired and has taken to riding his bike 20-60 miles a day and restoring old radios along with going to as many estate sales, rummage sales and antique stores he can get to in a day.
So yeah, not all are dregs on society, but good point nonetheless.

 

I won $7 in the lottery.
Blow me, America. Blow. Me.

 

Our pool at work (120 tickets) produced $26 that we will rollover the next time the pot gets sizeable...

 

Apparently my wife did chip in $2 in a work pool, and got back 55 cents.

 

Why wait?

 

Young kids, mostly. I want to stay on their teachers' and coaches' good side. Once they're 18, fuck the world.

Speaking of fucking the world ... there is a 99.99 percent chance this story is bullshit and the bitch doesn't have the ticket in the first place. But she did get the New York Post to write a story about it. She ran the pool at a McDonald's in Maryland -- but she says her winning ticket was one she bought by herself and she isn't going to give her co-workers a share. (She's being pretty sly about the winning ticket, so ... did I say 99.99 percent? Make it 99.999999 percent.

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/what_mega_mess_wHA9HVdfxA1VDSqWn58KtJ

 

Should not be a problem. If she ran the pool, everyone should have copies of the tickets. If she went out and purchased some more with her money, she technically doesn't owe the pool anything. However, with that much loot, she should be able to throw a few crumbs to her co-workers.

 

I plan on working as long as I have my health, although I'll cut my workload probably. Social Security will be broke by the time I turn 70 anyway.

 

I'll be holed up on a beach somewhere between Pearlington and Panacea. And drunk.

 

I was re-watching "The Descendants" a couple nights ago, and I think that the George Clooney character is a nice role model for how to live as a half-billionaire. He owns his own modest business and lives off that income, which presumably isn't terrible because he probably had enough start-up money to throw into it to get it off the ground running (the hardest part).

There's a scene in there where a woman says, "This is one problem you can't buy yourself out of."

Which is a nice little commentary on how money changes people's perception of you, I'm guessing, even if it's completely inaccurate. And, as some here have pointed out, why it would be tough to work for anyone but yourself if you ever hit a jackpot like Mega Millions.