Upon realizing my bag of luck was getting awfully light , and a growing awareness that folks higher up the Totem Pole did not have the same desire for me to make it to retirement, as I did.....and had insurance to replace the aircraft.....I found my ability to be quite happy to sit in the Crew room with a cup of Tea and a newspaper to be a more frequently enjoyed pleasure no matter the nagging of those who valued revenue over my safety.
If they had fancy tabs on their white shirts I would lower the paper enough to make eye-eye contact and remind them the keys were in the ignition if they cared to take my aircraft and go flying. None took me up on the offer.