I do not want to sit next to a gangly youths sued shoes, plonked on the seat next to mine on the train. Why do they have to put the feet on the seats on trains? And then compound the problem by telling his friend that he omitted to put on deoderant? Ok so his enterprising friend then produced a can of Lynx from his bag, only to spray himself, his friend and me. I'd rather suffer BO for one train trip than Lynx for a whole day!
SO...
I am 50, it was my birthday on May 7th 2009 and I have reached that milestone. Now what? Is it 50 and beyond or is it 50 and beyond me? I guess the latter because...
I have more drive at 50 than most of the 20 year olds who work for me.
I know more about computers than anyone in my office yet they all treat me like I listen to a wireless and don't know an wii from a wee or a twit from a tweet.
I also seem to have a capacity for detail over and above almost anyone under 35. This makes me think they are a pain in the arse and makes them think I am an old fart. The fact is they don't seem to care, I do and I am, of course, right.
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