Posts Tagged ‘people who annoy me’

Getting Old versus Growing Old

I know I’ll grow old and I’m fine with that, sort of. What I want to avoid is getting old. Confused? There is a difference. Growing old is all part of your life-cycle; it’s inevitable. You body doesn’t have the same shape or react the same way but you have more free time, even if it’s just spent napping.

Getting old on the other hand has nothing to do your physical abilities. It can sometimes have nothing to do with your age, though many older people fall into the getting old trap.

People who are getting old are those who have quickly forgotten what it’s like to be young, to be a kid. I tend to notice these people more when I’m out with my kids, like at church today. Father was talking and yes you are supposed to be a good Catholic and listen quietly and attentively, but try telling that to a three-year-old. My daughter was pretending her fingers were people talking. It wasn’t loud but loud enough to disturb the ‘old’ woman sitting in front of us. How quietly would you sit while someone gave a speech on how calculus evolved. Not what father was talking about but the point is it’s hard for anyone to sit still and be interested when the topic isn’t of interest to you.

Old people seem to forget what it was like when they were young. Perhaps that part of their memory has eroded away. Along with the part that sensors the crazy things they say ‘I feel sorry for your son. If you don’t cut his hair he’s going to grow-up thinking he’s a girl.‘ Yes, we’ve had to deal with the ignorant side of those getting old too. And the part that stimulates logical thinking; why else would a person with a cane and the inability to move faster than a sloth decide to cross a busy street without using a cross walk.

I have to be careful though, I think I’ve noticed hints of growing old in myself. It usually comes out as impatience. My three-year-old wants to get herself dressed and her socks have to be perfect (seams lined up and everything). My son HAS to build the extra dungeon in his Lego fortress before coming down to dinner. Sometimes I find it hard to remember what it was like learning and practicing new skills or loving what you’re doing so much you just can’t stop. Or maybe it’s not that I’ve forgotten but rather I don’t think the skills my kids are learning (and I’ve mastered) or the activities that interest them (and not me) deserve the same consideration as my own new skills and interest. It’s hard enough getting through childhood without having people, including your mom, discourage or short-change what kids are doing. I think I need to work a little more on avoiding getting old. Hopefully my kids are patient enough with me while I learn.

I hate people who hate their jobs

You know who I’m talking about. Those people who have to deal with us, the public, and make it really obvious they’d rather be eating live bugs. The clerk at the coffee store who rolls his eyes and makes audible sighs if you mispronounce those bizarre coffee drink names. The grocery store cashier who makes sure to pack your eggs underneath the watermelon, the twelve naval oranges and the two extra large cans of tomato paste.

Now I can add school secretary to my list of people who piss me off. Today I was late getting my son to his afternoon kindergarten class (how was I suppose to remember over the summer that the afternoon class starts at 12:45 and not 1:00 p.m.). I dropped into the office to ask if she needed me to fill in a late slip. Well, from her response you would think I had asked her to run up to the roof to confirm the time on the sundial. I blurted out that if the school had done it’s job and communicated the start times I wouldn’t be in here talking to her right now. I could have said more but I was worried what would come out, plus we were already late.

What a way to ruin my first day of school high. My son on the other hand seemed unfazed by the whole thing. Perhaps because he’s seen mom react this way too many times lately? (No, I really am a patient person. Really).

This isn’t the first time this secretary has annoyed me with her less than cheerful attitude. I encountered it a few times last year, but since we were new to the school, having transferred just after Christmas, I choose to ignore it. The school secretary is the first impression most people get when they enter the school. I’m not saying she should be out going and initiating conversations with people or dancing in her office. I’m an introvert and I know how hard it is to interact with people. But it doesn’t take much to smile and say good morning. In my mind these are common courtesies. It’s called being polite. I mean my two year old has that one figured out all ready.

I guess someone should let the secretary know this and maybe that someone should be me. Not to her face of course but maybe I need a conversation with the principal. And all parents know there’s no better way to make an impression at the school than to start kicking butt during the first week. Wish me luck.