I have held the same job for about 17 years. I was a
youthful 40 year old when I started. Before that I had kind of bounced around a
bit, looking for a good fit. This job
worked pretty well. Now, if something happens, the company closes, layoffs, or
if I just decide to move on my age will be an issue. I am 57 years old, and
that, by many of today’s standards.
Certainly, I am not as spry as I once was. But, the
accumulated knowledge of the years has provided a solid foundation for
effectively dealing with life’s more common problems. Having worked with such a varied and
disparate work force has given opportunities to grow, expand, and find common
ground, and build relationships with divergent personalities. It has made me a
better leader.
Having worked for a wide variety of managers, and
supervisors, I have learned that despite my constant beliefs in my own
infallibility that sometimes I am wrong. It is easier to adapt to changing
situations, as the years have provided ample opportunity to move forward, assimilate
different styles and implement the requests of widely varied superiors. My age
has made me a better follower.
Five years ago I quit smoking. I am much more careful about
what I eat. I have been going to the
gym every other day for the past two years.
My health is not a concern. In fact, it is better than it has been in years. I
walk past the elevator to take the stairs. Yogurt in my lunch is a treat, and I
drink enough water to float a yacht. My age has made me a cautious, careful,
considerate person.
Due to my age I live better, I live healthier, and I am a
better employee. But, if I go looking for another job all they are going to see
is the number. It is not a definition, it is a milepost. I have lived this long
but it does not mean living is almost over. To look at one point of data and
not the person is not a mistake a person with a vast wealth of experience would
make. It doesn’t seem quite right.
From my favorite Old Guy, Bob Dylan.
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