Showing My Age

Apparently I'm getting old and was reminded of it based on two conversations in my workspace this week.

The first occured with some other workspace partners who are guys in their late 30's who run what I would consider a trendy and funky business. I honestly can't tell you how it came about but at one point we were talking about the bounty of produce available in the Pacific Northwest this time of year and then the conversation turned to how we all wanted to learn how to make jam so that we could preserve the fruits and enjoy them later in the year. This conversation went on for a good 45 minutes before one of these "fun and funky" guys pointed out that you know you're getting old when you get excited talking about how to make jam.

And then today, my employee (who is sadly leaving me in two weeks for a new job in another state) mentioned how a friend of hers was going to be working an event for 'JT.' Truth be told, I had no idea who this 'JT' she was referring to was but she was so excited about it - literally giddy - I played along and said something like "REALLY?" while simultaniously trying to cover the very confused look playing across my face. As I've since learned, 'JT', for anyone out there as old and uncool as myself, is Justin Timberlake. And yes, I do know who Justin Timberlake is - I'm just apparently not "in" enough to recognize his name based on his first two initials. But apparently if you are "in" enough it's something to get quite worked up over.

It's a tad depressing to realize you're getting old...so to drown my sorrows I'm off to figure out how to make jam.