I count myself very lucky to have retired very early in life. I spend a lot of my time with family, in the garden, and volunteering.
I get a lot of odd looks from the other volunteers who are much older than me or otherwise unable to work. No one has ever said anything. I can only assume they think I am either rich — I am not, my house is paid and I have just enough to live modestly — or lazy.
I treat it as a job. I’m the first one there, and I’m always busy or finding something to do. I try to act professionally and courteously to the customers. It’s just who I am and what I am used to.
One of the regulars comes up to me.
Regular: “You know what? We are always so happy to see you serving. You know all the prices and we never have any issue with you.”
Me: “Thank you. I enjoy it here and I like to be good at what I do.”
Regular: “I do wonder why you’re not the manager. Or why you don’t have a real job.”
Me: “Er… I retired, some time ago actually. I had a job, but I don’t need to work as I did back then.”
Regular: “But I’ve seen you up and down those aisles, checking on things, showing the others what to do. You could be put there doing something.”
Me: “I am doing something; the work [Charity] does is important and I enjoy it.”
Regular: “No, no, no. You should have a proper job — a man your age. Not just stood around behind a counter. Do something more like a real job. You don’t even know what work is!”
I was the best worker a few seconds ago, and now my job isn’t even real.
Me: “I did have a real job. I built my company from the ground up and hired dozens of people. I worked late nights, early mornings, and long days. But it was all a success. I sold it, paid my mortgage, and retired. I know what real work is and I’ve been there done that. I’ve already made my money, so that’s why I’m here.”
The regular is silent for some time.
Regular: “So… can I have this for free, as you have all this money?”
I tried to explain that no, my money is not the charity’s money, nor would I buy him anything. And no, my coworker wouldn’t buy it for him, either. He kept coming back and would occasionally say something stupid. Luckily, I could just avoid him, and as a volunteer, I wouldn’t get into any trouble.