When Cliff had that quadruple bypass over four years ago, he stopped working overtime at work when it was offered. We didn't really have to have the extra money, and after that little scare, he appreciated every bit of time he could keep for himself. You can get more money in this life, but you can't get more time. That's been our philosophy; and when, once in awhile, Cliff would mention that he perhaps should go in on his day off, I'd talk him out of it. He has not worked a single hour of overtime in four years.
Last night he got hit with a new rule they've made at his place of employment: Everyone MUST work at least two days overtime a month. Now we'll only have two three-day weekends per month instead of four.
The good news is that Cliff's tractor fund is getting pretty low; that extra twenty hours per month will pump some life back into that fund at a pretty good rate. I told him we'd consider every penny of the overtime pay as his tractor money.
So he feels somewhat better about the situation.