Father Time Catches Up
Try as I may, I just can’t seem to escape the inevitable.
Yes, I’m getting old – on the outside, at least.
For the most part I don’t *feel* old, but it just seems that no matter how much I deny it, Old Age sneaks up and bites me in the ass.
Perfect example? Last Friday I had to attend a Windows Vista seminar. It was led by a nice young blonde woman from Microsoft, who showed us the ins and outs of their latest OS. It was everything you ever wanted to know about Windows Vista, in 30 minutes or less.
Now, I have a history with Microsoft. Not only am I from their hometown (sort of – Seattle and Redmond are just a few miles apart), but I actually worked for them back in 1992, when Windows 3.1 was released.
Back in those days Win 3.1 shipped on 3 3.5” diskettes, or you could get it on 6 5.25” floppies. No CDs, no DVDs, no network downloads. Just a bunch of disks and a really thick manual. But nowadays Windows Vista makes 3.1 look puny – Vista requires a minimum of 15 GB of hard disk space. But you get what you pay for – Vista runs circles around anything before it.
Long story short, after the seminar I stopped up at the front of the classroom to say hello to the Microsoft rep. I told her about how I’d worked at Microsoft when Windows 3.1 came out, and wow – has the operating system come a long way since then.
She then asked, “Windows 3.1. How long ago was that?”
“I started 15 years ago this month,” I answered. “1992.”
“Oh,” she said. “I was in third grade.”
Thunk. That loud crashing sound you just heard was my youth exploding in a pile of unused energy and vitality. In its place came a zillion wrinkles, some liver spots, and an overwhelming urge to yell at kids about staying off my lawn.
So I’m off today to buy some orthopedic loafers and a large bottle of Geritol. If you need me, I’ll be sitting with “the boys” in front of the hardware store, complaining about the weather, politics, and the lack of respect those young hooligans give people “our age.”
Nah – it’s really not that bad. As long as I stay young on the inside, then I’ll be young forever. Isn’t that the way it goes? So no more AARP-induced whining from me. I’ll remain youthful as long as I humanly can.
But if you’d like to join me for dinner to discuss it further, I’ll meet you at the cafeteria at 4:00 PM sharp. I’ve got a 10% off senior discount card that we can all share. Don’t be late.
Yes, I’m getting old – on the outside, at least.
For the most part I don’t *feel* old, but it just seems that no matter how much I deny it, Old Age sneaks up and bites me in the ass.
Perfect example? Last Friday I had to attend a Windows Vista seminar. It was led by a nice young blonde woman from Microsoft, who showed us the ins and outs of their latest OS. It was everything you ever wanted to know about Windows Vista, in 30 minutes or less.
Now, I have a history with Microsoft. Not only am I from their hometown (sort of – Seattle and Redmond are just a few miles apart), but I actually worked for them back in 1992, when Windows 3.1 was released.
Back in those days Win 3.1 shipped on 3 3.5” diskettes, or you could get it on 6 5.25” floppies. No CDs, no DVDs, no network downloads. Just a bunch of disks and a really thick manual. But nowadays Windows Vista makes 3.1 look puny – Vista requires a minimum of 15 GB of hard disk space. But you get what you pay for – Vista runs circles around anything before it.
Long story short, after the seminar I stopped up at the front of the classroom to say hello to the Microsoft rep. I told her about how I’d worked at Microsoft when Windows 3.1 came out, and wow – has the operating system come a long way since then.
She then asked, “Windows 3.1. How long ago was that?”
“I started 15 years ago this month,” I answered. “1992.”
“Oh,” she said. “I was in third grade.”
Thunk. That loud crashing sound you just heard was my youth exploding in a pile of unused energy and vitality. In its place came a zillion wrinkles, some liver spots, and an overwhelming urge to yell at kids about staying off my lawn.
So I’m off today to buy some orthopedic loafers and a large bottle of Geritol. If you need me, I’ll be sitting with “the boys” in front of the hardware store, complaining about the weather, politics, and the lack of respect those young hooligans give people “our age.”
Nah – it’s really not that bad. As long as I stay young on the inside, then I’ll be young forever. Isn’t that the way it goes? So no more AARP-induced whining from me. I’ll remain youthful as long as I humanly can.
But if you’d like to join me for dinner to discuss it further, I’ll meet you at the cafeteria at 4:00 PM sharp. I’ve got a 10% off senior discount card that we can all share. Don’t be late.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home