Problems of a Workaholic
Male, 68, married, two children
Education: high school graduate
Job Status: owner, building supplies for 50 years
Retirement Income: $250,000
Health: reported good
Retirement Category: regular-voluntary, retired for four years
I was a workaholic. I worked seven days and nights. Even on Sundays and holidays I would bring home a briefcase of work and start again after dinner.
My company was at the top of the heap. We were successful in everybody's eyes, including the bank's eyes, so I had the pride of accomplishment.
We had a wonderful organization, like one family. We always gave generous bonuses at Christmastime, because my attitude was life is a two-way street and these people had been instrumental in our success.
I had looked forward to semiretirement. My daughter married a young man whom I brought into our company and taught our business. After a year he seemed to have the right attitude; he was able to assume some of my responsibilities. My plan was to move to our condominium in Florida, where the grandchildren could visit, and every couple of weeks I would fly back to oversee my operation.
I have always been a great believer in people, and with the proper key people we could have expanded our business. I never believed in