|You know you're old when....
||[Feb. 23rd, 2016|02:33 pm]
You go to get out of your chair at work, pulling your headphones off and they get caught up in your reading glasses cord and you almost strangle yourself. |
Seriously, it's a like a clown car of indignities. I somehow thought that would age would come some grace, some measure of skill at navigating the world. Payback for the knees and thumbs that remind me constantly that in my profligate youth, I tore through some cartilage.
But no, I'm just clumsy AND creaky. Expletive.
And while I'm beginning to struggle with some memory issues (or maybe now I just notice them), I still have a visceral memories of what it felt like to be a teenager and have adults heap contempt on the things I wore, listened to, said, did. There is no expletive way I'm doing that to the kids of today. I may not LIKE a thing, but that doesn't mean I think it's stupid. And even if I DO think it's stupid, I will keep that opinion to myself. I've got plenty of old age cranky to throw down on in other areas.
Like my Rolodex. They've stopped making refill cards in the size I like. 4x6, big enough to tape a business card to and then still have room for notes. I know, I know, an actual, physical rolodex? Yeah, yeah. It's not like I don't have contacts on my computer. But when I've got fourteen different things opened up on my screen and I have to call someone...it's eaiser to slightly turn to my right, finger flick and boom, there's the phone number. Or maybe the little post it note attached that tells me that person is on maternity leave. Plus the name of her other kids. And the dog. Sorry, but it's way easier to just jot that expletive down on her card over time than it is to open Contacts and type stuff into the appropriate blank.
Plus, once you're in my electronic contacts, you're probably in there for good. When the hell am I going to open that up and page through looking for dead people...or even people who've left that company. Whereas I'll be flicking through the Rolodex, see a name and go "oh, he's gone" and pull out that card and bam, cleaned out. Mind you, I only do this for business contacts, not personal -- that's all electronic.
I'm sure it's just resistance to change, and if I embraced my electronic overlords, I'd find that managing contacts that way is easier or more effective. But like the Oxford comma, I still catch a whiff of "I dunno, I think this way is still useful"
I could be fooling myself. On the other hand, when our systems went down this morning, who do you suppose was still able to make progress because she could still access phone numbers...like being able to make change, we old dogs still have some tricks left in us.