I’ve spent a huge portion of my life as a curmudgeon. It is true, I was in my element if I was allowed to be cranky, irritable, or peeved. I LOVED IT! It wasn’t necessarily constant bouts of anger, or anything like that. I tended to rail against the more mundane, inconsequential things. While there were people who did not like this, by and large, it was a huge crowd pleaser. Now, however, I have found myself cranky about old people things like young people today, or staying regular…but mainly young people today. It is driving me crazy!
I remember being young…Hell I still am!! I am not even half way through my 30′s, but if this is what every generation goes through it is a wonder we weren’t murdered by our elders. Remember The Greatest Generation were a swarthy, sinewy, hard living bunch. To them I suppose we are as tough as cotton candy in a rainstorm (Picture it for a second…okay, proceed).
I work with young people, both as coworkers & customers, and it is hurtful to my soul at times. If you cannot count a stack of 20 one dollar bills without getting confused, why are you working? Money is meaningless to you! Don’t tell me you aren’t good at math! It isn’t math once it can be traded for goods and services! That is like saying you have no idea how many fingers you have because you are bad at math. It isn’t math…you are an idiot.
Trust me I was by no means the perfect teenage employee. I once quit a job because I couldn’t tuck my shirt in…then removed my uniform and ordered a sandwich at the same counter. Once I was even an hour late back from an hour lunch because I was taping & spray painting designs on my car behind the building. In my defense, it was a black skull with grey veins & two joints on either side of the skull with glowing ends, ie. it was amazing! The thing is, when I was at work, I did what I was expected. I was still a slacker, but I was a teenager, but I made sure to keep my fuck ups minimal.
I realized this year something happened. It felt as if the world became more stupid. I have gotten to the point if I hear someone say my name in a questioning manner I want to slam my face into the nearest load bearing wall. It isn’t that I mind questions at all. I taught preschool for a while, and it was amazing. young little minds so inquisitive & hilarious questions. This is different…this is asking about the same thing I have trained you on 5 days a week for over a month.
Although, I suppose the youth does have something in common with toddlers. They interrupt during the middle of me speaking. If I am speaking to a customer about anything one of two things happens. I hear a coworker say my name, and immediately speak over the customer or myself to ask their question, OR I have a younger customer interrupt me by asking about what they want…as if the other customer is not doing the exact same thing! The world did change, it became a world full of commenting before considering.
It is a lack of social skills because social networking isn’t working! With all the information out there available that seems cray!
It all just boils down to one simple fact: I am old now, and it is my problem, not the future generation.
Yeah, after all my bitching and moaning, I just admitted it was my problem. It is true. I am in the generational minority now. Senior citizens outnumber me, as do the younger generations. This doesn’t mean I am going to stop complaining about it. Being an angry elderly person is on the top of my bucket list, right after drinking wine with a penguin.
The thing is I am more angry that younger generations are making me cranky in a less comical way than when I was younger. I still have comical angry moments:
I was at work, and I realized I was fuming because of Facebook. Not the website itself, but certain people on my friends list posting the same pose/face in every picture. I couldn’t understand why they took pictures, and became enraged at the fact that once they did post a different picture pose it looked nothing like them. I rarely smile in pictures, but I have pictures of various angles/situations. I didn’t realize I was angry until someone asked me why i was staring at the wall muttering (dammit…dammit…dammit). Then I proceeded to laugh my ass off, it’s how I roll!
Now I get to being angry about ineptitude, and it isn’t even mine…dammit…dammit…dammit…