Time marches on, and nothing could remind me of that more strongly that my 40th birthday last week. No wait - it was this week. Evidently the speed time passes is a variable dependent upon how far up my ass my head is.
I'm on the old side in the business I am in - information security. Most of my colleagues are younger than me, some much younger. Only a few are my age or older. It's a surprisingly small community. Considering how large the Country as a whole is, it's strange that I keep seeing the same names all the time.
Being older than the people you work with can cause a bit of anxiety. Mostly, like most everything else that I don't understand, I dwell on it. Ponder it, mull it over until I think I pull something meaningful out.
I am a generation separated from most of the people I work with, which means there is a whole body of knowledge that we don't have in common. I could ask, but I would bet that the great majority of people I connect with on a regular basis have never:
* Gone to a drive-in movie.
* Popped corn on the stove.
* Warmed food in a saucepan, not the microwave (Radar Range to me.)
* Gone to a movie thinking that would be the only time you ever saw it. No DVD, no VHS, no anything. Just the lame "TV Version" in 3 years on ABC Movie of the Week.
* Heard the word inflation used other than in history class.
* Known a time when there was only one Star Trek, and one Star Wars.
* Dialed a phone number.
* Dialed the operator. We used to be able to click the handle holding the phone receiver and get an operator.
* Been broke, and have all your friends broke. Though this may be coming back into style now.
* Thought that a penny was
real money!* Known a president other than a Clinton or Bush. Soon to change.
* Thought male body hair was normal, not feral.
Let me think about this stuff some more. For now, I have to get some real work done.
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