Yes, it’s ghoulish to refer to the state’s Retirement Incentive Program by its acronym. C’mon, they’re about to embark on the next phase of their careers and lives at age 65, 60, 55, whatever. Even with a tidy pension of forty or fifty grand, many of the 3,500 or so soon-to-be-former state employees will probably be looking for work in the fall, since it costs so much to live in Connecticut.
What the Blogster is going to miss: the wrinkly 60-something ladies who always seem to be outside the Secretary of the State’s office, huffing butts. But they’ll live on, actuarily, when we eventually pay for their lung-cancer treatments, thanks to the generous health-benefits package.