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Suddenly… Feeling Old

Posted 2009.10.25 10.37 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

It’s finally happened. This morning I woke up, and felt old. I think I’m entering my middle ages.

Feeling Younger Again

Posted 2009.07.18 10.10 in Family/Friends, Pointless Blather by Stephanie

Well, a chat with my mum has made me feel younger again.  Yay mom! After work yesterday I was feeling old because I realized I’d been “in the industry” for over 20 years.

Thanks to a conversation with my mum, I’m feeling younger again. See, old people and grownups give a shit about having furniture that matches and doesn’t “clash” with their walls and floor. Whereas I don’t give a flying f**k about stuff like that. And although I might be generalizing, I think by and large, younger people share my sentiments. As long as the chair supports your arse, or the sofa is suitable for crashing on, it is doing the job. Having it match anything else in the room is a luxury – and an irrelevant one at that.

I mean, I’m not knocking it – grownups like my mum know how to make a room look really, really smart. It’s just that, life is so busy and short… and I’d rather be comfortable than stylish. My rocking chair doesn’t match anything in my house, but when I need to sit and rock, it’s the bomb. My sofa doesn’t match anything but my loveseat (and sorta matches the colour of my walls, which is more serendipity than design) but it, and the loveseat, are both comfy to crash on.

About the only thing I put any thought into was the style and colour of the blinds I got, and although I’m very happy with them, my mum’s reaction was “You’re getting those? Well… it’s your house…” (Seriously, I honestly believe they look really smart! And I’m not colourblind, honest!)

So – realizing that I still don’t care about coordinated livingroom suites and matching plates and cutlery and all that nonsense, I feel young again. Or at least, younger.

I’m sure any day now I’ll find out that the ‘young kids’ care about matching furnishings, and then I’ll know I’m truly doomed.

Feeling Old

Posted 2009.07.17 16.29 in Pointless Blather, Work by Stephanie

In a recent post, I briefly went back in time to 1988. It was only for a moment or two, and was kind of interesting remembering what things were like then. Today however, things went the other way and I briefly felt kinda old… and I don’t wanna feel old! I’m not even 40 yet dangit!

What happened was, I had a problem at work where a supplier hadn’t followed my purchase order exactly. It wasn’t a huge problem, but I was annoyed as it was the second time they’ve made this mistake, and since I knew they made the mistake before, this time I noted the special instructions in two different places. Yet they still managed to ignore them.

Anyhow so we had things sorted out, they were going to fix the problem on Monday, and all would be well. But then they call me back with an excuse – it’s still getting fixed and all that, but they wanted to give me an excuse as to why the mistake happened. First, excuses are usually irrelevant, and second, the matter had already been satisfactorily resolved, we’d already moved on, so it was doubly irrelevant. Then the kicker was, their excuse itself – it made exactly the kind of sense that is… not.

And I’m like, “What? Really? Of all my suppliers, nobody else uses the terminology like that.” “Oh yes, that’s how we do it here”, they answer. I’m still perplexed. “You know, I’ve been in this industry for 20 years, and this is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say that’s how they define this term.”

Oh… and then it hits.  I’ve been in this industry for 20 years. OMFG. That’s what old people say. “I’ve been in this industry for XX years (you young whippersnapper)!” And worse – it’s been more than 20 years, I was just rounding down.

Ok in my defence, I technically started working in the industry part-time when I was 14.

Still – I’ve been working for more years than I haven’t worked. I’ve got stories that begin with “Well when I started, if we wanted to XXXXX we had to YYYYY”. Geeze – there’s software applications I’ve written out there which are old enough to drink! In fact, old enough to be getting ready for college graduation!

Bah – I’ll have to find time this weekend to get myself a shawl and a cane, and maybe a cut crystal bowl I can fill with dust and hard candy.

How To Tell When You’ve Become A Grown-Up

Posted 2007.02.08 1.00 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

This could probably be a really, really long list. So I’m going to only mention things that a) are so far removed from my thought-patterns that I had at age-18 that I wonder if maybe I was replaced by aliens, and b) I find mildly amusing. And of course I reserve the right to change the rules at any time. 🙂 My blog, my rules.

And I should point out also that just because I feel like this today, doesn’t mean I will still feel the same way tomorrow. In fact I’m pretty sure that by next week I’ll be horrified or embarrassed by whatever’s on this stupid list.

So without further ado, here are some ways you can tell that you’ve become a grown-up:

#1: You spend 2 hours at a bath and kitchen place, picking out a toilet and a sink for your bathroom. Two freaking hours. Because you want your bathroom to be Just So. Only grown-ups do this.

#2: As much as you enjoy Second Life for the freedom, chaos, sex, or other diversions, what really has you fascinated now is how it’s a micro-cosm of a pure capitalist anarchy and you’re all interested in the economy and ups and downs of the virtual land market. Only grown-ups who are also geeks, nerds, or economists do this.

#3: You want to do a happy-dance when you score a great rate on your mortgage renewal that lets you shorten the ammortization and shave a couple years off the total expected life of the mortgage. I assume that this is a grown-up thing to do, although I’ve never seen grown-ups do happy dances when their mortgage renewed. Maybe when the mortgage was paid off though.

Actually though I have a confession. I don’t really think I’m all growed up. Grown-ups don’t refer to themselves as grown-ups, unless they’re talking to small children. Grown-ups probably don’t do happy-dances. Grown-ups might be interested in the economy, but not so much Second Life.

And the bathroom? Yeah grown-ups do spend a lot of time to pick out a toilet that’s Just So. But grown-ups don’t use H.R. Giger’s artwork as their guiding theme for their bathroom design…

So really, I don’t know where the hell I’m going with this. I’m just overtired, and felt like sharing. Blah blah babbledy-babble.