Mr S and I were to have our Adult Gap Year in 2021.
A year to
- Travel the east coast
- Do some language study
- Spend three months in the UK
- Have a cup of tea and listen the morning peak hour and be happy we didn’t have to join it
Mr S wanted to postpone for two years, which is the maximum we could apply for.
We only get one chance to apply for postponement. So if this COVID stuff doesn’t resolve next year, we’ll probably be doing all of the above, except the three months in the UK in 2022.
I’m ready to just jump from work. I’m over it. Truely, it’s the money that keeps me going every day. I’m sick of the bureaucratic and politicians’ bullshit and the complaining parents. Not the kids. Love them.
I suppose Adult Gap Year might not be the right term for Mr S. He turns 60 next year. Lots of his friends with whom he started teaching, and who are slightly older, are retiring now. He is eligible to access his super next year. But he has to retire to do so.
He also has enough Long Service Leave to take more than a year off on full pay! So he’ll work on full pay next year; take 2022 off as the Deferred Salary year and if he can’t face work again, he can take LSL in 2023 and the first bit of 2024, before he retires at 63, and then access his super. (He’s in a different, and much better, super scheme than I am. He got into the one that made working for the public service an enticement. It ended decades ago. I think if I’d stayed in the public system, and not worked in the non-gov for a bit, I might have accessed it. Not worth looking into and kicking myself. I also don’t have as much LSL leave as Mr S thanks to my time in the non-gov system and that I have taken some to care for our kids.)
Mr S reckons he can work until he is 67, which is when the government wants people to at least work to, before they can access the age pension – not that we’ll be eligible for it.
Me still working at 67? No way. I even hope I’m not working full time when Mr S turns 67.
For now, I’ll gird my loins, which I think is the manly or biblical way of saying pull on your big girl pants, and face next year doing the same shit.