My mother doesn't read this LJ...
Mar. 4th, 2014 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeBut it's her birthday, so happy birthday, Mim!
I have already called her to sing her Happy Birthday in all the languages I know. She thought I was hilarious. She's 77 years old today. It feels a little surreal, though probably not as surreal as the day she'll turn 80. It's funny how, as I get older, my own definition of "old" changes. Fifteen years ago, 60 sounded pretty damned old to me. Now it strikes me more as "middle-aged." 40 doesn't sound like middle age anymore, now that it's a scant five years in my future.
I assume most people go through this little mental shift as they get older. Or maybe some people don't, and that's why they have a mid-life crisis. "Oh God, I just hit my own definition of 'old,' what do I do now? I know, I'll buy a new car and have an affair!"
Nothing has happened in the past few days that can't be summed up as "Work. Also work. Furthermore, work."
My Watch Commander and the new guy are getting along super well, especially on night shifts when nothing happens. Unfortunately, they tend to act like 12-year-old boys when they get bored, and so they get into mischief. I'm not in the same room as them, so usually all I hear is giggling from the other side of the doors. I ignore it, carry on with whatever I'm doing, and then it usually gets worse.
Me: *works on stuff*
New Guy: *from other room* "HEY DAPHNE!"
Me: *rolls eyes and carries on*
New Guy: "DAAAAAAPHNEEEEEEE! ARE YOU ALIVE IN THERE?"
Watch Commander: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Me: "Working! Go away!"
New Guy: "WE'RE BORED, DAPHNE!"
Me: "I can tell."
WC: "COME OUT AND TALK TO US!"
Me: "No, I'm busy!"
NG: "BUT [WATCH COMMANDER] IS BEING MEAN TO ME!"
WC: "I AM NOT. HE'S BEING UNPROFESSIONAL!"
Me: "Don't make me break out the hose. I will use it on you if I have to!"
NG: "COME OOOOONNNNNN..."
Me: *getting up to go to the door* "If you're that bored, I can set up suicide drills for you to run."
WC & NG: *immediately pretend to be busy*
Me: "Yeah, that's what I thought." *goes back to work*
Let it not be said that we can't have a little fun on shift, now and then. I just wish they'd find a way to entertain themselves that doesn't involve pestering me. :P
I have already called her to sing her Happy Birthday in all the languages I know. She thought I was hilarious. She's 77 years old today. It feels a little surreal, though probably not as surreal as the day she'll turn 80. It's funny how, as I get older, my own definition of "old" changes. Fifteen years ago, 60 sounded pretty damned old to me. Now it strikes me more as "middle-aged." 40 doesn't sound like middle age anymore, now that it's a scant five years in my future.
I assume most people go through this little mental shift as they get older. Or maybe some people don't, and that's why they have a mid-life crisis. "Oh God, I just hit my own definition of 'old,' what do I do now? I know, I'll buy a new car and have an affair!"
Nothing has happened in the past few days that can't be summed up as "Work. Also work. Furthermore, work."
My Watch Commander and the new guy are getting along super well, especially on night shifts when nothing happens. Unfortunately, they tend to act like 12-year-old boys when they get bored, and so they get into mischief. I'm not in the same room as them, so usually all I hear is giggling from the other side of the doors. I ignore it, carry on with whatever I'm doing, and then it usually gets worse.
Me: *works on stuff*
New Guy: *from other room* "HEY DAPHNE!"
Me: *rolls eyes and carries on*
New Guy: "DAAAAAAPHNEEEEEEE! ARE YOU ALIVE IN THERE?"
Watch Commander: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Me: "Working! Go away!"
New Guy: "WE'RE BORED, DAPHNE!"
Me: "I can tell."
WC: "COME OUT AND TALK TO US!"
Me: "No, I'm busy!"
NG: "BUT [WATCH COMMANDER] IS BEING MEAN TO ME!"
WC: "I AM NOT. HE'S BEING UNPROFESSIONAL!"
Me: "Don't make me break out the hose. I will use it on you if I have to!"
NG: "COME OOOOONNNNNN..."
Me: *getting up to go to the door* "If you're that bored, I can set up suicide drills for you to run."
WC & NG: *immediately pretend to be busy*
Me: "Yeah, that's what I thought." *goes back to work*
Let it not be said that we can't have a little fun on shift, now and then. I just wish they'd find a way to entertain themselves that doesn't involve pestering me. :P
