Jury's still out on whether I'm an adult
Feb. 17th, 2010 08:35 pmIn 30 days I will turn 35. I will leave the 18-34 demographic and matter less to marketing executives. If that actually meant I'd see fewer ads, I'd be happy.
This means I'm getting closer to middle age. Then why do I still stick my tongue out at the monitor when I don't like how long some app takes to update?
I think about my boss's boss, a very upright and mature man. He looks the part of an adult. I can totally understand why they send this poor guy to meetings in cool places. Still, I can't imagine wearing a dress shirt and tie on days without public interaction.
I come to work most days with an overshirt (a button-down shirt that isn't white and likely would look guido with a tie) and a tee, both usually solid colors with no text on them. Around lunch time I overheat, so I take off the overshirt. Thus I'm typing email after email while wearing a shirt that I didn't realize until 3 in the afternoon was turned around.
If someone held a gun to my head and said "wear a shirt and tie tomorrow -- we've got company", I'd have no problem tying my own half Windsor and looking less like an escapee from a cereal commercial. Given the choice, I'd only dress like that if it guaranteed me an evening of coitus.
This means I'm getting closer to middle age. Then why do I still stick my tongue out at the monitor when I don't like how long some app takes to update?
I think about my boss's boss, a very upright and mature man. He looks the part of an adult. I can totally understand why they send this poor guy to meetings in cool places. Still, I can't imagine wearing a dress shirt and tie on days without public interaction.
I come to work most days with an overshirt (a button-down shirt that isn't white and likely would look guido with a tie) and a tee, both usually solid colors with no text on them. Around lunch time I overheat, so I take off the overshirt. Thus I'm typing email after email while wearing a shirt that I didn't realize until 3 in the afternoon was turned around.
If someone held a gun to my head and said "wear a shirt and tie tomorrow -- we've got company", I'd have no problem tying my own half Windsor and looking less like an escapee from a cereal commercial. Given the choice, I'd only dress like that if it guaranteed me an evening of coitus.
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Date: 2010-02-18 01:51 am (UTC)(Sorry, thought I was a juror.)