17 Years

17 years ago today I, along with about 20 other people, showed up to my first day of work at the company I still work for. I was 33 years old and was pretty sure I was the oldest person in the group. I sat in the back and kept to myself and learned as much as I could to make myself ready for my first real job. Months later I learned that the rest of the group thought of me as the old guy. If they thought I was old then, what must they think of me now? Woah!

Nothing else to really say about it. I’m having a busy and frustrating day at work. I wish I was at home instead of at my parents house. That’s neither here nor there though (see what I did there? Geography puns are where it’s at).

It is currently 1:44pm and I am kinda ready for bed. I want to go home but I can’t and maybe that’s why I am extra fatigued. Mental stress on top of physical fatigue? Something like that.

Anyway, happy workaversary to the few folks from my new hire group who are still around. Thumbs up, folks.

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