My last rant was over a year ago. Not that getting old has gotten any easier. In fact, I'd say Denial is loosing ground and its getting harder.
Case in point. Working in a kitchen, I'm faced with kids, I say KIDS, half my age, teaching me stuff they learned in Culinary school, like how to pull sugar, temper eggs and bake cookies. Like they keep reminding me length of cooking time depends on humidity and temperature. Really? Really?
They mean well. Its their job to train me for success. It was my decision, after all to transfer into a high end pastry position, rather than surf along at the prep station making soups and sandwiches.
Now, I don't mind learning. Its the tone of voice that sorta flays the skin. A gal my age never wants to blurt out, Well, listen missy, I've been doing this before you even thought about getting born.
So, I watch and learn and realize, they've got thirty more years punching the clock, while I am checking out my exit strategy. Retirement, oh doesn't that sound sweet.
Of course, now with the Obama Care mandatory insurance mandate, we got a little monkey wrench thrown into the mix.
Affordable Care? Yeah, that's going to be my next rant. Affordable, for whom, at what stage in life?
