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Why there is no cross-over point

For most of us, the goal in building wealth is to reach the “crossover point,” where passive income from investments equals the amount you need to live on. The sooner the better: early crossover point = early retirement.

It’s times like these, though, that give me pause about that idea. To retire with little risk of a gigantic cut in living standards, you would need to have so much money invested that, unless you’re an entrepreneurial wizard, it would take an entire lifetime to accumulate it. Most of us will never manage to do so. The amount needed to support you reliably through an extended retirement would have to far exceed the actual crossover point.

Why? Two reasons:

  1. Inflation
  2. The vagaries of the stock market

Either of these can destroy the purchasing power of your investments; since high inflation and unstable market conditions often occur together, you can expect that sometime during your retirement, you’ll watch both of them sit down side by side to the dinner table that is your life savings.

That’s the case right now. At the end of March, my total investments came to about $583,000. Today, with the belated 403b statements from TIAA-CREF and Fidelity finally in hand, the total comes to $551,700, a loss of $31,300. Meanwhile, costs for food and gasoline are pushing my daily expenses past my budget.

What Dependence on Passive Income Would Mean to Me

If I tried to live on 4% of savings (the amount recommended as a safe drawdown) plus Social Security, I would experience a 35% pay cut. Not that it would matter, because I couldn’t live on 4% of what I have in savings anyway. Four percent of $583,000, the pre-stock fall amount, is a grand $23,320. Add my projected Social Security payments of $16,608 to that, and you get a munificent income of $39,928: a $22,072 cut in pay at retirement.

I can’t live on that. I’m barely living on what I earn.

In fact, as we speak my week-to-week budget is again in the red and about to go deeper therein: this afternoon the pool repair guy will clip me for $105, leaving me $4 in the hole against a budget supposed to last until the sixth. Today is the first. Thursday I have to go to the doctor; that will be a $20 copay, putting me $24 in the hole. If I have to buy prescription meds, add another $20 to that: $44 in the red. That means that even if I buy no food, no dog food, no gasoline, no toiletries, no cleaning goods-if I buy absolutely nothing-I will start next week $44 short. And this month I’ve had no extraordinary expenses, unless you call this afternoon’s overdue routine pool maintenance extraordinary.

I can’t let the pool ride until next week, because the pump and filter have slowed to the point where they’re not driving the system efficiently enough to keep the pool clean in an Arizona summer’s extreme weather conditions. Letting your pool go green is a violation of the law; the county flies over the city in helicopters, checking pools from the air. The fine for neglecting the pool would demolish my budget permanently.

The costs of gasoline and food are now so high that my budget will not cover all my routine needs. That’s while I’m earning $22,000 more than I will see during retirement, when about two-thirds of my income will be based on an optimistic projection of investment income.

These needs will never change: I always will have to eat, I always will have to maintain the dwelling I occupy, I always will have to transport myself around the city to purchase necessities.

You might say I simply haven’t reached my crossover point. I would reply that for most people, there is no crossover point.

What This Means for All of Us

The longer you work, the more you appear to earn: inflation alone pushes your salary higher through cost of living increases, and if you have a decent employer, you get occasional merit increases. But the more you earn, the more it takes to live. Even though my salary is high in absolute terms (the median income for a four-person family), the truth is that relative to the cost of living, it is the same or even lower than it was a year ago. So, probably, is yours.

Lower, indeed: since May 2007, when I started the weekly budget plan, I was consistently in the black until the March/April 2008 cycle. Every budget cycle ended in the black overall…until inflation ticked up and income stayed static. Since April, I’ve been in the red almost every week. Because state employees received neither COLAs nor merit increases this year, costs have risen but my income has stayed static. Remember, if you retire when you reach the crossover point, income always stays static.

Let’s imagine, for example, if I were retired and would never see another merit pay increase; if the only increase I would see would be an occasional cost of living increase in Social Security, not necessarily granted every year; if every time the stock market dropped, I saw a cut in pay. Add to that the ever-increasing cost of Medicare.

If I work until I’m 66 and we grant that I need about as much as I’m earning now to stay where I’m living and not be forced to move someplace cheaper, then the crossover point that would allow me to remain in my paid-off home would require income-generating savings of $1,134,800, and that amount would have to increase annually to keep up with inflation! In other words, the recommended 4% drawdown from life savings of over a million dollars combined with Social Security would not suffice to provide a person with enough income to live in my current modest (some would say “ascetic”), debt-free style.

Thus I would argue that unless you are part of a married couple, both of you are earning in the six figures, and you live frugally, stay out of debt, and save exuberantly, you are unlikely ever to see a real crossover point at which your passive income will cover your expenses for the rest of your life. This applies to most people who think of themselves as members of the middle class: teachers, midlevel administrators, shopkeepers, sales staff, police officers, fire fighters, most people in the trades, most government employees, just about anyone who inhabits a cube…virtually all of us.

What Can Be Done

If you are a young person, get out of debt, stay out of debt, and save every penny you can. Max out your employment-related savings plan, fully fund a Roth IRA every year, and put everything else you can into non-tax-deferred savings.

Angle to get yourself into a decently paid job that’s not too obnoxious, so that you can contemplate working until death do you part from your employer without wincing at the very thought of it.

Why not simply plan to work until you drop dead and just spend everything you earn? Because few of us will stay healthy long enough to work until we die. Because we live in a culture that abhors age and discriminates against the elderly, and so few of us are likely to be able to hold a decent job until we die. Even though you probably will need to work well into old age, you had better have enough savings to live on between the time you can no longer land and hold a job and the time you shuffle off this mortal coil.

If you are my age (born during the Cretaceous Period): do not even think about retiring unless you have well over a million dollars per person to generate passive income.

I’m now planning to work until I’m 70 and to bank after-tax Social Security income starting at 66 1/2, when I’m eligible for the full amount. If I can hold my job that long, I can maintain my lifestyle for a while longer. If I die before then, at least I won’t have had to choose between going hungry or moving to cheaper housing in a ghetto for the elderly. If I live that long, the number of years remaining to me will be few enough that a larger draw-down probably won’t consume my entire savings before I die-and maybe I can even stay in my home.

2 Comments left on iWeb site:

frugalscholar

The crossover point from YMYL is based on absolute certainty of income: the book recommended Treasury Bonds, which at the time paid a guaranteed 8-10%.Those days are long gone.

YMYL also said not to be afraid of inflation: I am tracking this right now.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008 – 10:31 A

vh

IMHO not to fear inflation is to wear blinders.

My father thought he had plenty to carry him and my mother through a long and comfortable retirement. Then came the 1970s and double-digit inflation. His formerly generous savings, which indeed were invested conservatively, bought him a poverty-level lifestyle.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008 – 12:51 P

The Personal Finance Confession Project: Do as I say…

Yesterday Be This Way issued a challenge to confess our financial sins, and I have a big one. It involves huge stupidity, vast hypocrisy, and unfathomable mystery. It goes like this:

All the time I was married-25 years, give or take a few months-I earnestly advised women friends whose marriages were stressed that they must establish their own credit, have credit cards and bank accounts in their own names, understand where their money came from and where it went, know how it was invested and why, and keep property that they had when they came in to the union sole and separate.

Meanwhile, during the entire time I was dispensing these edifying lectures, I had no clue about my own marriage’s finances. Not one single clue.

We did not have a budget, because my husband felt that was for poor people. He took charge of the finances and kept charge of them. Credit card in my own name? Not a chance! I carried a fistful of joint cards in my purse. Bank account of my own? N/A. I had no idea what was in our joint checking account, no idea if we even had a savings account or if we did, what it contained. I knew he had a pension fund through his firm, only because the law required employers that offered pension funds for some employees to provide them for all employees, and I knew he borrowed against it with some frequency. But I did not know how much he was contributing to the fund or how much it had accrued.

Nor did I have any idea that we were up to our hairlines in debt. I charged up a $200 silk shirt (in 1991, that was a lot to spend on one piece of clothing), never realizing that my husband couldn’t pay the credit card bills and was making only minimum payments on the $30,000 we had racked up on the plastic. Operating as though it was his job to earn the money (he made something over 10 grand a month) and mine to spend it, I insisted that we buy a new Toyota Land Cruiser, little knowing we were sinking into a million dollars worth of debt.

When I inherited $40,000 from an aunt, a nagging feeling that one day I might want to fly the coop pushed me to keep the money separate from the community property. When I asked what I should do with such a large chunk of cash, he had me talk with his personal banker, who advised me to put it in one-week CDs!

Think of that. It sat in those things for a good year, rolling over once a week and earning nothing, because I didn’t know any better.

By the time I decided to leave, he had paid the million dollars of debt down to three-quarters of a million. That was when I learned he had two bank accounts and a credit card in his name only, about which I knew nothing. I had no credit in my own name-after the divorce, my favorite department store would do business with me on a cash basis only (which may have been for the best). I hadn’t handled a checking or savings account in 25 years, not since we were married. I imagined I could make a living as a freelance writer (!), and that the modest investments I’d cobbled together from the inheritance and my half of the pension fund would support me in this folly. Accordingly, the spousal support I accepted was a fraction of what my lawyer and my more knowledgeable friends thought was enough

Why? I was not a child-I married at 23 and was 46 when I left. Evidently I knew better, since I was advising my friends to think clearly about money and protect their own interests. Why did I behave like a child?

Beats me. Maybe it had to do with the way I was raised, but I doubt it. My father went to sea most of his life, and my mother handled their affairs, finances included, during his lengthy absences. I was on autopilot throughout most of the marriage, not fully conscious of anything that was going on around me. Once my ex- mentioned a trip we had taken, one that apparently was pretty interesting; I can’t remember a thing about it. I don’t even remember having made the trip at all. Strange.

Whatever. Do as I say, not as I do.

Doomed!

So much for the planned five-day no-purchase binge that was supposed to rescue my bleeding budget, or at least keep the hemorrhaging under control.

I forgot that we have to take an exiting colleague to lunch at an EXPENSIVE restaurant today. And guess who gets to pick up the tab? Shee-ut.

My research assistants are just going to have to pay for their own lunches. I’ll cover my colleague’s (since I have to), but I can’t buy lunch for myself or for anyone else. And there’s absolutely no way to weasel out of this gracefully.

So…we’ll be covering the red ink with savings.

Wouldn’t it be nice if GDU would pay a living wage? If GDU could manage something like pay equity, maybe? This guy, who’s quitting to escape academia, earns 90 grand on a nine-month contract. He teaches two-and-two, all graduate courses, and the class sizes are minuscule. When I guest-lectured in one of his courses, the full complement of FOUR STUDENTS showed up. (As you’ll recall, I spent the spring semester teaching 80 undergraduate students—the equivalent of four sections!—in a drech service writing course that every single classmate justifiably resented being made to take.) I earn two-thirds his salary, for a twelve-month 40-hour-a-week job.

What a place!

The little dog has, as expected, started to show signs of kennel cough. Fortunately, the Humane Society has a deal with a chain of veterinarians whereby they’ll treat kennel cough and ear infections (she appears to have one of those, too) for free for two weeks. So, somehow I’ve got to arrange a trip to an unknown vet around today’s shindig. This does not promise to be an easy week.

Estate Sale Coups! And a bonus: how to sharpen your knives

The other day La Maya and I drove to an enticing yard sale in a somewhat distant suburb. It was a long drive, but it was worth it, because we landed several good catches.

Best, pour moi, is a Brighton wallet with 19 card slots, a clear ID slot, space for a checkbook, two interior compartments, and a zippered outside pocket. Incredible! The closest style Brighton is advertising today sells for $119. Add Arizona’s 8.3% sales tax for a total of $128.88. I got it for ten bucks.

I also picked up a classic Gerber chrome, diamond-surfaced honing steel, an item that apparently is no longer made. Wüstof makes something similar, $79.95 at Amazon.com, marked down from $140. With local sales tax if purchased from a Phoenix-area retailer: $151.62. My price: $8.

But it didn’t stop there. For another eight bucks I grabbed a brand-new Henckel’s Twin Cuisine Five-Star 10-inch high carbon stainless steel slicing knife: $110 brick-&-mortar retail. Add the 8.3% sales tax, and you’d pay $119.13 for it.

Not bad: $26 for $399.76 worth of merchandise! You could save a fair amount by purchasing from Amazon.com-the Brighton’s not available there, but check out the alleged price difference for the other loot…and the honing steel and knife both qualify for free shipping.

As soon as I got home, I sharpened and honed the knives. The new Henckel’s took a superb edge, and my favorite old standard knives perked right up, too.

BTW, another blogger recently advised using a steel to sharpen your knives and posted a good video showing how to use one. That’s only half the story. A honing steel is for honing: putting the finishing touch on the sharpening process and keeping your knife’s edge polished between sharpenings. To actually put an edge on a knife, you need to use a stone or a knife sharpener.

Using a stone takes some skill. You can learn it, but don’t practice on your best knives until you know what you’re doing. And electric knife sharpeners should should be banned by federal law: nothing will wreck your knives faster than one of those things. They eat into the blade and leave you with a misshapen piece of metal. Over time-and not very much time-an electric knife sharpener will eat away so much of of the blade that your knife is useless.

An effective, easy, and harmless alternative is a manual knife sharpener. They look a bit like an electric sharpener but do not plug into an outlet. And as you can see from Amazon’s little ads, they’re very cheap, especially compared to the $150 price tag on an electric model. You pull the knife through a slot flanked by two stones set at the correct angle. These shape the metal to give you the correctly shaped cutting edge without eating up the knife. Once you have the knife sharp enough that it will slice a sheet of newsprint with no pressure applied, you can run the blade over a steel for a final honing to create that clean, razor-sharp edge.

I have a Chef’s Choice manual knife sharpener. Wüstof makes one for Asian knives, which I’ve not seen in person. They’re cheap and they work: best investment in kitchen gear I ever made.

BTW, if you take your knives to a “professional” for sharpening, ask the person what he uses for the job. If he proudly displays his electric knife sharpener, don’t leave your knives there! Many knife-sharpening shops use the same blade-eating Chef’s Choice electric sharpener you can buy at Amazon.com or Williams-Sonoma. Doesn’t matter who uses it: an electric knife sharpener will destroy your blades.

Moments of Fame

Pinyo has the 115th Carnival of Personal Finance up at Moolanomy. Funny’s rant on the persistence of SUVs appears among the choices here. Pinyo has a “time with family” theme and has woven some cool sayings into his post. While you’re there, be sure to check out Red Stapler Chronicle’s advice that we stop worrying about gas prices and focus on things that are under our control (I like this: puts some common sense into the question of whether it’s time to buy a new, more fuel-efficient car: you should go out and spend $16,000 to save $480 a year?). The Wisdom Journal offers 26 ways to make extra money. At the You Finish Rich Plan, you’ll find an interesting piece on thin credit files-what that means and why it matters.

The 128th Festival of Frugality is up at No Debt Plan, where proprietor Kevin kindly tagged Funny’s rant on the value of Things as an editor’s pick. This is a fairly vast festival, chockful of articles not to be missed. Here’s one at the Personal Financier on one of my favorite topics, the psychology of spending: The Case of Expensive Wines. Single mom Frugal Fu tells how she’s coping with her 84-mile (!!) commute. And My Dollar Plan delivers a dose of common sense when she draws the line at some frugal tips.

Each of these events offers many, many more entertaining, interesting, and useful posts. Go there!

Amazing Grace! Annual review miracle

Great galloping zot! For this year’s annual review, my dean has given me an unheard-of 4.5 on a scale of 4.

What on earth could she be thinking? Whatever it is, let’s not anyone argue.

This is amazing. NO ONE gets a 4. I didn’t know a 4.5 was even possible.

More to the point, it means a) the flap over excising My Bartleby from our staff was not taken unkindly at all, and b) Bartleby’s efforts to undermine me, which were much more extensive than I imagined, failed. Hmmm. It may mean c) She Who Is in Power stays in power. But we’ll try not to think about that one.

In addition to engineering the exit of an incompetent employee, however, and through a couple serendipitous moments, I’ve managed a pair of coups that save my unit money and make my dean look mighty good. After Bartleby left, we proposed to replace her position with a fourth research assistantship. This scheme caused droplets of sweat to fly into the air around our vice-president’s head: an assistantship costs the university around 40 grand, far more than the 16 thou we pay a secretary. (Yes, true: for shame!)

As a place-holder until things could be shouted through and settled out, we hired a 50% FTE (full-time equivalent) hourly worker. For this position, we took on a graduate student who needed an internship in one of the College’s high-profile programs, with the understanding that she would be replaced with an RA in the fall semester.

Meanwhile, one of my existing RAs decided to quit the Ph.D. program, having seen the light and and in the clear white glare viewed…well, what back in the day we used to call sexism. This is a highly entrepreneurial woman who does not suffer fools (or foolishness) gladly, so she decided to walk with the master’s. Well set with a husband who earns more than enough to support her and her offspring, she proposed that I hire her in the 50% FTE hourly position; then the two of us would start working on building our own business on the side.

Hot dang. This is our workhorse RA, a person of exceptional competence and drive who could, in fact, run our office in her sleep. All by her little self. She carries a ridiculous workload as it is and thinks she’s not working very hard.

I now go back to Her Deanship and suggest that we not create a fourth research assistantship at all, but instead convert the hourly job to a 49% FTE editorial assistant. You understand, at 49%, pay is the same as 50% FTE but the university does not have to provide benefits. No health insurance. No pension. No nuthin’. Dance to spring!

What this does: it causes the job to cost the College about 30% less than it would at 50% time.

The deal is done. As soon as my RA finishes her last research unit (she defends in a week or so but will wring the last few pennies out of her assistantship by carrying research credits through the end of the summer), we convert her to an editor and fill her assistantship with a new worthy from said honored program.

Too amazing! Apparently the Dean thought so, too.

Karma is on my side, after all. The flies must have been Her idea of a practical joke.

4 Comments left on iWeb site:

BeThisWay

Congratulations!

I always knew you were off the scale!

Thursday, May 29, 200803:39 PM

Turn One Pound Into One Million

Well done, you obviously did something to deserve it!

Friday, May 30, 200807:06 AM

Heath Creative Solutions

What happens when Lady Luck does not smile so favorably?I’m sure you know that in the education industry there is so much backstabbing and cutthroat politics to make even the most die-hard for-profit company CEO blush with shame.Congratulations on your good fortune and your brilliant moves, but I hope you don’t expect that things will always turn out this well.

Tuesday, June 17, 200806:16 PM

vh

Indeed. There was a reason I was concerned about this year’s review. Click on the link to “My Bartleby” for a clue or two or three. Credible word had it that Bartleby had been at the dean’s office complaining about me, on some occasions dispensing wild stories in those and other precincts. At one point, for example, she told a graduate student that she was the director of our office…that would be my job, I’m afraid.

Back-stabbing and vicious politicking are not exclusive to academia. But academics have strong skills in these crafts. The fact that I nailed the woman to the wall and came out with an astronomically high rating should give us some insight into how much “luck” was involved here….

Tuesday, June 17, 200807:39 PM