You know you’re getting too old when . . .
Oh, I wonder, if this a truly taboo topic for blogging purposes? At least for a woman, who must never reveal her true age.
I’m taking a HTML course at NAIT and I discovered . . . I am getting old. I used to be one of the first ones finished. Now, the instructor comes and stands behind my chair. His breath is almost palpable on my neck. (Oops, wrong story line . . . sorry.)
No seriously. It was devastating to me. Out of a class of 12, It felt like I was the one who was holding the class up. The instructor would wander around the classroom to see how everyone was progressing. And then, inevitably, he would come to hover around my desk. At one point, he even kneeled on the floor and typed in some tags for me. Oh the humility. Oh well, hopefully I can recoup some dignity tomorrow as it is a two-day class.
Typically, at work, I am renowned for problem-solving other people’s computer issues. Sometimes, it seems that my coworkers avoid asking me questions because they want to try and resolve them themselves. But inevitably in many instances, and in some cases reluctantly, they end up having to come to me for help. Which makes it all worse for me not to be the first out of the starting gate or at least mid-pack.
The ignominy of being a lagger. And not the drinking kind.