Whoa! Why didn’t anybody tell me that I’m old now? I hadn’t really noticed my transition from being “a guy” into being “a grownup”, yet I can no longer deny it.

Steve at work pointed it out rather poigniantly the other day at work when creating a focus group.

“Who are the youngest guys here?” asked Steve.
“Probably the interns”, I replied.
“Good, we want to take them and some of their friends out for an afternoon and have a marketing think tank.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No, you’re a Dad and a manager and we don’t want to hamper their creativity.”

Just like that I’m old. Chris, the president of statusfirm, always told me that once I was 25 he’d fire me because there would be someone younger, smarter and better than me. I suppose I should just take solice in my ability to eek out one more year (I’m 26 today).