Back when I was young and skinny, and sporting a full final-season Greg Brady ‘do, I worked rotating shifts for several years. Meaning, I did a week of days, evenings, and overnights, with a few days off in between. And it didn’t bother me whatsoever. I didn’t even really think about it…
Fast forward to 2015. Last week I had to work day shift on Friday, and the same thing yesterday. So, I’m just talking about two days out of the month — with a couple of days off in the middle them. And it’s knocking me on my ass.
I was a mess when I got home last night, and fell asleep in a chair almost the moment I sat down. In fact, I think I lost consciousness during the free-fall itself. And I had a hell of time getting up this morning. I slapped the alarm clock five or six times, possibly more. Oh, I was a slappin’ machine.
I don’t feel old inside my head, but do notice things like that. It’s discouraging. The smallest of schedule-changes destroys me now? It’s a sad state of affairs.
How are you different from 20 or 25 years ago? I’ve calmed down considerably, because I’ve seen some shit. Know what I mean? I have a lot of experience under my belt, and realize that every little thing isn’t the end of the world. But other than that, and my inability to adjust to new schedules, I feel pretty much the same as I always have.
Are you noticing any signs of aging yet? Please tell us about them, won’t you? I don’t even think I look all that old, because I’m kinda fat. And fat is nature’s Botox. It’s the skinny folks who turn into turkey-necked skin sacks. Am I right? Pass the beer nuts.
Oh wait, I almost forgot… my hair is pretty freaking gray at this point. So, there’s that. I’m starting to look like Skippy Hicks, or whatever that guy’s name was on American Idol a few years ago. Fat doesn’t do a thing for gray hair, unfortunately. Oh well.
Speaking of old, it used to bother me when cashiers etc. would address me as “sir.” But, I’ve come to accept it. I guess I’ve entered the “sir” years, and, as they say, it’s better than the alternative. Whatever.
But what do you think about young people addressing you as “man?” “What can I get for you, man?” It feels somewhat inappropriate, but I also don’t mind it. I like having one foot in “man,” and one foot in “sir.” I know it’s only a matter of time before I go full “sir.” So, I view it as a good thing.
The other day, however, a cashier (possibly at Subway?) said, “What can I get for you, boss?” WTF? What are your thoughts on that one? Please help me form an opinion. All my circuits are sparking and canceling each other out.
And I need to call it a day, my friends. In the comments section tell us how the aging process has been treating you, and your feelings about cashier etiquette, and I’ll see you again soon.
Have a great day!