As I mentioned in my last post, many of my colleagues at work are young—mostly 15–25 years younger than I am—which can be bewildering at times. Not that I am jealous of their youth (you could not pay me enough to make me relive my 20s). It’s just shocking to consider how much time has passed between me when I started working at this job and me now. Nearly enough time for a person to be born, become a full-grown human, get an internship, and then start working at the desk across from me. 😭
Really enjoyed this post -especially the part about working with mostly younger people. I think a lot about how whole childhoods and young adulthoods happened while I was floundering around in low-paying temp jobs and scrounging for time to write. Also loved that you ended with the Mary Ruefle piece -- she is so out of the box. I think she has never spent any time in any box, ever. Thanks, Meredith
Really enjoyed this post -especially the part about working with mostly younger people. I think a lot about how whole childhoods and young adulthoods happened while I was floundering around in low-paying temp jobs and scrounging for time to write. Also loved that you ended with the Mary Ruefle piece -- she is so out of the box. I think she has never spent any time in any box, ever. Thanks, Meredith
Thanks, Meredith!