Today was my first day at work as a 10 year employee. No one noticed. Thankfully.

When I was in Junior High I started a part time, under the table job. I stayed in that job until I was in my mid-twenties. 13 years, if memory serves. That was the longest I ever stuck with anything. Through most of my younger adult life I had a short shelf life. A few years doing something and I lost the ability to continue. I had to go do something else. Staying in a job for 10 years now seems like a monumental achievement. I’m still waiting to hit the proverbial wall though.

Getting married changed the thought process a little. I can gladly, gleefully, commit the rest of my life to my wife, but that is easy. I love her so much that being with her comes naturally. It would be wrong to not be with her, which is the opposite of how I am going to feel professionally when the wall comes. I don’t know how to explain it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, work makes me feel old.