Eh, don’t sweat it. I’m 41, and I still find myself feeling the same way when my manager is talking… and he’s younger than me. I’ve been told you reach a point where you just don’t care anymore but my supervisor is 52 with two grown children and says she still gets that feeling from time to time, so who knows how true it is.
Now for the “get off my lawn” portion of the reply. I can remember in 1991 my aunt was working for a legal firm and running documents around for them, they needed instant contact so they paid big bucks to have a mobile phone installed in her car. It cost a ridiculous amount per minute to talk on. One day she was talking me to McDonald’s and I asked why she had a phone in her car since she couldn’t plug it in, after she explained it to me I asked if I could call my dad, she said yes but make it quick. She dialed his number at work and handed me the phone. When he answered I blurted out “hi dad I’m calling from Aunt Juanita’s car! Have to be quick, bye” and before she could stop me I hung up the phone.
She called him back to apologize and let him know everything was ok, then handed the phone to me so my dad could lecture me about phone etiquette and tell me to be good for Aunt Juanita.
Also I remember being excited to get to go to the school library to play Oregon trail on the green screen computer and having to swap out 5 inch floppy disks throughout the game to move to the next part.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to take some ibuprofen as all this typing is aggravating my joints. LoL.
5 1/4 inches, you heathen. I’m closing in on 50. I am beginning to understand really old people who just let the young ones talk and don’t take their advice. Stuff you’re supposed to be doing has changed so much, that it is tempting to just do whatever you’ve been doing all your life. It’ll just change again, so why bother.
Eh, don’t sweat it. I’m 41, and I still find myself feeling the same way when my manager is talking… and he’s younger than me. I’ve been told you reach a point where you just don’t care anymore but my supervisor is 52 with two grown children and says she still gets that feeling from time to time, so who knows how true it is.
Now for the “get off my lawn” portion of the reply. I can remember in 1991 my aunt was working for a legal firm and running documents around for them, they needed instant contact so they paid big bucks to have a mobile phone installed in her car. It cost a ridiculous amount per minute to talk on. One day she was talking me to McDonald’s and I asked why she had a phone in her car since she couldn’t plug it in, after she explained it to me I asked if I could call my dad, she said yes but make it quick. She dialed his number at work and handed me the phone. When he answered I blurted out “hi dad I’m calling from Aunt Juanita’s car! Have to be quick, bye” and before she could stop me I hung up the phone.
She called him back to apologize and let him know everything was ok, then handed the phone to me so my dad could lecture me about phone etiquette and tell me to be good for Aunt Juanita.
Also I remember being excited to get to go to the school library to play Oregon trail on the green screen computer and having to swap out 5 inch floppy disks throughout the game to move to the next part.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to take some ibuprofen as all this typing is aggravating my joints. LoL.
5 1/4 inches, you heathen. I’m closing in on 50. I am beginning to understand really old people who just let the young ones talk and don’t take their advice. Stuff you’re supposed to be doing has changed so much, that it is tempting to just do whatever you’ve been doing all your life. It’ll just change again, so why bother.