Lessons in EQ with The Argonaut

[lennytheweedwhacker]

You should join the Peace Corps

[The Argonaut]

I don't want peace. I want problems, always

[dad]

become a civil servant and retire like a pension daddy.

[The Argonaut]

That's the dream, pal. Last time I had a cushy civil service job I had a bunch of panic attacks and was really sad all the time so I quit my job and moved to Montreal. Let's hope that doesn't happen this time!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I don't want peace. I want problems, always

You will impregnate one of the Peace Corps sluts and trouble will find you.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

That's the dream, pal. Last time I had a cushy civil service job I had a bunch of panic attacks and was really sad all the time so I quit my job and moved to Montreal. Let's hope that doesn't happen this time!

Which position was that?

[spike]

I can say with confidence that I do not deserve a raise

what does that have to do with getting a raise?

[The Argonaut]

That's the dream, pal. Last time I had a cushy civil service job I had a bunch of panic attacks and was really sad all the time so I quit my job and moved to Montreal. Let's hope that doesn't happen this time!

Which position was that?

I worked in a law library for two years

[wease]

That's the dream, pal. Last time I had a cushy civil service job I had a bunch of panic attacks and was really sad all the time so I quit my job and moved to Montreal. Let's hope that doesn't happen this time!

Which position was that?

I worked in a law library for two years

That was a civil service position?

[The Argonaut]

That's the dream, pal. Last time I had a cushy civil service job I had a bunch of panic attacks and was really sad all the time so I quit my job and moved to Montreal. Let's hope that doesn't happen this time!

Which position was that?

I worked in a law library for two years

That was a civil service position?

I mean, I wasn't hired off a test but it was a permanent position in the public sector

[The Argonaut]

(only permanent full time job I have ever had)

[dad]

I’ve no doubt you’re qualified for a lot of jobs in civil service. If you do go that route I hope you find one that won’t heighten your anxiety. The one nice thing about it is once you’ve passed three years of service, you’re set. You could probably take a dump on someone’s desk and not get fired.

[wease]

(only permanent full time job I have ever had)

But it wasn’t permanent.

[The Argonaut]

I already have seven years of service in the pension system. If I can get back in there within the next couple of years, max out my Roth IRA contributions every year, get my debts paid off within a couple years and start a 15-year mortgage at some point in the next decade, I don't see any reason why I couldn't retire at age 59.5. Maybe even start working part time at some point a few years before that.

As long as I don't impregnate anyone

[Jorge]

I wouldn't worry about that

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

I already have seven years of service in the pension system. If I can get back in there within the next couple of years, max out my Roth IRA contributions every year, get my debts paid off within a couple years and start a 15-year mortgage at some point in the next decade, I don't see any reason why I couldn't retire at age 59.5. Maybe even start working part time at some point a few years before that.

As long as I don't impregnate anyone

Your logic is pretty good, but you’ll want to diversify a bit. If you’re all in on a Roth (or any single market security) for the next ~30 years, you are super vulnerable to market risk.

What would you suggest?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Costco gold bars

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.