I just spent an intensive 4 days supporting my retired guy’s reinvention attempt. Retired guys are not always easy to live with. If they go unchecked they can spend all day in their robe with their junk hanging out drinking themselves into blurry confusion. Not a pretty picture. Doug worked for 45 years steadily in the film industry. That’s quite an accomplishment in Los Angeles. The problem is, now he has nothing to do. At 66 he’s too young to be put out to pasture.
He attended a 3-day house flipping workshop a while back and wanted me to come along with him to the advanced training. I wasn’t particularly interested in attending it but went anyway even though my extreme fear of real estate kicked in. I’d been pummeled in the housing crisis of 2008.
However, I didn’t mind staying in a nice hotel. We stayed at the Hotel Irvine near the John Wayne Airport near Newport Beach. I thought, “Oh boy! Four days to hang out and relax.” I’m a bit of a hotel slut.
Relaxing wasn’t an option, though. The 4-day seminar was intense. We arrived in the morning on Friday after a 2-hour drive from Los Angeles in the usual morning traffic. Breakfast was a banana and some nuts I’d brought along with me. We weren’t released for lunch until 2 pm and then didn’t have dinner until 8 pm with the seminar going until 11 pm. I thought I’d pass out. The other 3 days were similar and carb filled.
The flip company took us on a bus tour to look at houses on 2 of the days. It was fun driving around in our air conditioned bus. Outside it was over 100 degrees and the houses had the air conditioning turned off. Talk about a sweat fest.
We were asked to quickly calculate rehab expenses following a formula the flip company had given us. They provided a list of prices we were supposed to memorize. I’m math impaired and spent most of the time doodling in complete overwhelm, letting Doug handle the numbers. He wasn’t much swifter because we were juggling papers, box lunches and phone calculators as we sat squished in the bus.
At times, I wanted to escape to our comfy room so I could drink wine and watch TV. My butt was sore from hours of sitting. I was also catatonic from information overload. Oh, the things we do to help our retired guys reinvention and to help him feel manly.
Like most seminars, there was the mandatory rah rah rah. It took me a while to warm up to it because I was skeptical. On the 2 days we were on the bus we had to wear team tee shirts. Doug and I were on the purple team. As much as I love the color purple, very few people over the age of 30 look good in tee shirts.
At one point, we all had to get up and karaoke as a team on stage while being filmed for the end of the seminar video. I cringed when I saw myself on screen howling to Sweet Caroline.
Retired Guys Reinvention – Result
He hasn’t done diddly squat with his training (it’s been a year) and spent a fortune (at least 2 European vacations) on the seminar. I was afraid to ask what the exact total was. He has the tendency to start things and not finish them. Oh well, at least I got to stay in a nice Orange County hotel.
Have you ever had to deal with a retired guy’s reinvention? How have you handled it? Please leave a comment below.