My dad went straight to work for Playtex after graduating high school. Started on the glove line, stripping hot gloves from molds and wearing the burns and calluses to prove it. Progressed to warehousing and foreman positions. Drafted to serve in the Army in Vietnam at the height of the war 68/69. Came back to Playtex. Got his pink slip after 40 years when Playtex decided to outsource his job to Malaysia, after he trained the Malaysian management team how to run his soon to be relocated warehouse. That’s a 40 year kick to the nuts. Then he worked another 10 years for peanuts running the warehousing operations for a small NIB/NISH contractor. Scrimped pennies to get me and my sister through college at UD. Dropped my mom off each day at Dover AFB for her 40+ year career as a supply clerk (retired as a GS-4). Their combined income just before my dad got punted at Playtex was under $50k/yr and that was this millennium. So cry me a river.Ibanez wrote:My Boomer Dad is 68, suffering from cancer and chemo which leaves him nauseous, exhausted and 70lbs leaner than he was in December - Still manages to work about 3-4 days a week. And he doesn't sit behind a desk all day - he's either appraising real estate or selling commercial and industrial properties.93henfan wrote:
This is so generalized it’s comical.
I guarandamntee you my parents (boomers) worked harder than you ever will.
But apparently his life was a cakewalk to Trip.









