We’d bought the Caravan two years before Clark was supposed to retire.
“We’ll finally get to see this great country of ours,” we told each other. Three months before the big day, Clark was summoned to an office where sat his new supervisor, a Harvard MBA who’d been part of the team that had come on when the company was acquired.
Next to the MBA was a woman from HR, a manila envelope in her hand.
Let me tell you that “generous severance” is not the same a promised pension.
But we’re okay. We have each other.
And Amazon jobs.
To meet the ever-growing demand for warehouse workers, Amazon created CamperForce, an itenerant pool of RV-dwelling retirees who work in their warehouses.