Gettin' Old
...Or, The next person who says "30 is great!" is going to get cut.
So, yeah, I keep hearing how great of an age 30 is and how 50 is the new 30 so 30 must be the new 20. I think people are just full of shit. 30 is 30. I can no longer pass my immaturity off as "cute" or "normal." I have to pretend to grow up and be all respectable.
Yeah right!
Actually, this just feels strange after having a conversation with my one boss the other day talking about how I would make great "management" if I wanted to do that. I've thought about grad school, but much like undergrad, I am not ready to commit to anything right away and with grad school you don't get much of a chance to play around with majors. I guess it's an adult thing -- gotta commit to something.
This is what my bosses think of as funny:
I do love this guy, however:
Labels: observations, office insanity
3 Comments:
ok that cow is freaking me out a little (has he been tested for krutchfield jacobs?) but the curly balloons are most awesome!!!
Happy 30th =)
And it really does get better from here. What reason do I have to lie to you?
Ok, ok, but why would I start now?!
I concur, actually - but i'd like to not be cut, thank you - that's reserved for little jewish baby boys.
i already said HBD but I didn't see that you're one of those people with all the balloons.
-sigh-
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