By Lorry Myers
I was newly married and newly hired in a career that I had no plans to make my career. I considered the new job because it was conveniently located three blocks from my house. Halfway through the interview I tried to tell my new boss that I didn’t know anything about amortization schedules or compounding interest or any of the other stuff he was talking about.
Apparently, I didn’t know anything at all.
Still, Wendell Mustain hired me and immediately I started learning how to post interest on mortgage loans. I learned formulas and percentages and tricks on a calculator but more than anything, I learned about people.
Wendell was a very good teacher.
While I was just beginning my career, Wendell was at the end of his. He came to me one day and said, “You need to write the Social Security Administration.”
“What?” I asked, giving him a look that showed just how clueless I was.
“Someday you’re going to want to retire and you need to make sure your earnings are being credited.”
Whatever that means.
So, to make Wendell happy, I sat down and wrote a letter to the Social Security Administration and then forgot about it. Weeks went by and I never thought about it again until the response arrived in my mailbox. I promptly took it into Wendell and said, “Now what?”
“Let’s take a look.” Wendell said, slipping the envelope from my hand. He reviewed my years of summer earnings and made sure I had something credited for every year I’d worked. Then, at the top of the page, he circled a number.
For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard