Today my boss was handing out those awful, chalk tasting candy hearts he had left over from Valentine's Day. I friggin hate those things, they taste like ass plus baby powder. So, I don't eat them often.
I haven't had one in a really long time apparently, because the message written on it was one I'd never seen. It read "PAGE ME". Hello, what?
"Page me?" I asked my boss. "That's a new one. Where the hell did that come from?"
" I think it's a Gen-X thing," replied my 52 year old boss. "Or maybe it's Gen-Y. I'm not sure which. Are you in Gen-X or Gen-Y?"
I am 28. "Both, sort of. I'm the age that's right on the cusp. Which probably explains what's wrong with me."
"Yes, we were wondering about that."
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