Today is my anniversary.
My work anniversary.
My twenty-fourth work anniversary.
Yep, that's right. I've worked for the same company for twenty-four years.
Half my life.
And you know, that used to be something to be proud of, right? But now, you're looked at as some kind of a schmuck if you work for the same company too long. Like you're not quite bright enough to move up and on.
So I must be some kind of moron.
Hey, I don't give a shit. My job has changed and morphed into something totally different than what it was in the beginning. Hell, I used a typewriter when I first started here. We didn't even get computers until after I'd been here for a couple of years. When I first started here, I made five bucks an hour.
Suffice it to say I make more than that now. And I'm able to support myself and pay a mortgage and make car payments and take an occasional trip and buy stuffed porcupines and do all kinds of stuff as a result of working here, so I'm content.
Happy anniversary to me! The old-timer.