Sometimes, I think ahead about 50 years and realize, “I’m going to be one of those grandmas that kids are going to want to interview for their history projects.”
Consider: I will remember a time without cell phones and the internet. I’ll remember 9/11 and the mess we made of the Iraq War. (God, I hope I can finally use the past tense on that in another 50 years.) I’ll remember the Dark Times (the Bush years–now with more spying and torture!) and the historic Hilary and Obama campaigns.
And it looks like I’m going to remember the Great Financial Crash of Wall Street in ’08. Nothing like some reports of global market panic with your coffee! This is bad, people. Maybe not the time to ask for a raise at work.
Well, yes; people can get through anything.
But this person would rather NOT live through the modern equivalents of soup kitchens, widespread homelessness, the Blitz, rationing, and the dawn of the nuclear age–although I’m sure the experiences would help my crotchety “kids these days!” spiel in 50 years.
If you start getting too down about all the nonsense that’s going on, just remember that our grandparents probably had the same feelings about the Depression and World War II, and they survived both. We’ll get through, too…
Well…you know, except for the fall-out, like retirement plans all akimbo, people losing their homes, and hedge-fund managers not being able to purchase that new yatcht, I like to see stupid companies reap the rewards of their stupid decisions.
Unfourtunately, if it means you can’t ask for a raise…then…it sucks!