I had an interesting thing happen to me this week, and didn't really have anyplace else to fit it in.
when I joined my present company, one of the guys who reported to me was a basic waste of oxygen. 61, really out of shape, and with a really bad attitude. his job involved a lot of travel, and he would basically travel twice a year, fly one day, rest one day, metings one day, repeat. so his meetings were costing the company a huge amount - I think that I calcuated them at 8K a meeting. and his sales were piss poor. but nobody had ever managed him, and so he had gotten set into really bad habbits. I tried to help get him out of the habbits, but he fought me tooth an dnail, so we moved his job to Singapore, and he retired. he was eally pissed off when I told him.
this week he passed away. if he hadn't retired early, he would had retired just now.
this might seem self serving, but I am happy that he got to spend a little more time with his grandkids and wife, and enjoy retirement. I don't think he got any joy out of doing his work poorly.