Okay, so I’ve had the same job for a while now. I’ve seen my five year mark pass, then ten, then fifteen, then twenty… next year I’ll have been here twenty-five years. And that never made me feel old, just more experienced. My younger coworkers often talk about things that happened "when they were kids." Things that, to me, feel like they only happened a couple of years ago.
Of course, none of them remember Opryland being a theme park. Some of them don't even remember Opry Mills pre-flood, which is kind of crazy. But a couple of days ago, my coworkers were talking about how long we’d been at this job, and I found out something that felt like a gut punch:
One of my coworkers was born after I started working here. I have been working here for her entire life, and now we're working side-by-side. Somehow, framing it that way makes me feel ancient.
