Years ago I thought if I needed money in my retirement (not planning to so far), I could always be a Walmart greeter. Today, the world has shifted so much because of technology that many more people in their 50s and 60s are getting part time jobs at Apple stores to supplement their incomes.
Look around your local Apple store the next time you visit it. Not everyone on staff is in their 20s anymore. I predict in another year or two many more sales and tech guys will be in their 70s or higher.
It only stands to reason. More and more baby boomers are retiring and many of them still want to work on their own terms which means part-time. Sometimes it is a matter of money and other times it is a matter of keeping yourself fresh and relevant in society.
My friend Andrew Sager, who was a big real estate tycoon in NY (he once was married to singer/songwriter Carole Bayer Sager), moved to Los Angeles at 50-plus to be near his kids, and took a job at the Beverly Hills Apple store. When he first told me about it, I thought it was so odd that a big businessman was now a retail sales person.
So stupid of me not to realize the “cool” factor. You are a tech wiz compared to the rest of us who are desperate for information. Apple trains you thoroughly before you step on the sales floor and suddenly you are part of a relevant “in” crowd. How awesome is that?
Meet another over 50 salesman, (I forgot his name), a former New Yorker from the Upper West Side, who now lives in Sunny Isles, North Miami. (Pictured above). I didn’t ask his exact age but he was my sales guy at the Apple store on Lincoln Road, yesterday. He too works at Apple part time, now that he left his decades-long printing job six months ago.
“After living all my life in Manhattan, I am so over it,” he confessed. “It used to cost me a $100 a night just to go out for a few drinks with friends. It just got to be too much. I gave up my rent controlled apartment (his landlord is still dancing) and moved down here. I live in the land of paradise and work in the land of paradise. When I need a New York fix, I hop on an airplane and I’m there in less than three hours. To tell you the truth, I can’t wait to get back here. I find myself smiling all the time.”

Good thing you’ve given up on your WalMart dream. No senior citizen greeters around here.
Maybe the trend has passed