Oh, I'm not as old as old, but I'm really quite an age, and I had thought I would be spending more time at my own keyboard and less time punching someone else's clock by now.
That's not how it has worked out. Bad knees and bad luck have me hanging on, looking at Wall Street and Washington, wondering when the bubble will pop. (Probably first in my knees, though it feels more like rust and grit.)
Having grown up in an unacknowledged but overwhelmingly real tradition in which birthdays were far more for painful reappraisal and remorse than celebration, I have to wonder if I missed my stop. Most of my friends at work already stepped off, and the four techs who remain, we're all bouncing around like peas in a bucket and are about as effective. But here I am, no matter where I go.
I'd like to thank everyone who has shared birthday wishes, especially my friend from the 8th call district who sent a card! They really are nice to receive.
Be well, all of you.
Happy birthday, Roberta, and many, many more happy ones. Balloons, cake, ice cream should come your way!
ReplyDeleteYour birthday should be an easy date for me to remember as my first-born (1959) shares your natal day. That date has produced good people!
Happy Birthday! I rarely agree with your views but I know and respect they are sincere. Here’s to another trip around the Sun!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Bobbi!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! May your knees treat you better this coming year!
ReplyDeleteDang...only 4 techs in market 25. I thought we were thin with only 3 techs in market 67, and if merger madness happens, the chief and I will be taking care of 3 transmitters at 2 different sites. Six more years until I hit 70...hopefully I can retire by then.
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