Salt LICK Wagons and their Journey

Ms Kitty,

You're wagon and my wagon have stuff in common. One big block of salty bitterness. All of us do. Facing it, we are in the lost generation. Too old to be cool and tech savvy as Mr. Killjoy put it so well. Too young to be accepted as respected individuals in the workplace among our managers, supervisors, bosses and seniors.

My Salt Block has different flavors on different days. (Hang with me now, this is gonna get deep). Some days, my bitterness is more towards a taste of ambition, competition, and professsional jealousy. High School students are being educated in programs we didn't have then - or didn't exist. Hell, even junior high kids. Right Bri? We're a step behind and a step ahead. Our seniors who can't keep up, well they're retiring soon. But who's taking those jobs. Logic says by age and respect in many cultures and common knowledge of the circle of life, we should advance on into senior positions as our young ambitious students get to stock, shelf, work overnights, bad hours, and put up with our shit for the next 5 to 10. I don't know if that case is true or not. But as Jay and I often dicuss, the opportunities are there for them. More of them. What they do with those is up to them. Still, scary isn't it.

Not to scare you on the age thing though, at least were younger. I say live for today. Live for 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, and 34. The lost generation is possibly us. But the baby boomers and hippies are facing bigger challenges. Too young to retire. Too old to compete in a technology driven worforce. (Those high paying, fast advancement positions at least.) 45 to 55. That scares me to retire that early. So, I choose to live for 29 ... until the 30th of March.

Other days, my Salt Block tastes of lustful, lonely bitterness. Nothing I can do about that though until I find a girlfrend, except dream a little dream and play with my wanker at night. Quietly though, I have a roommmate now. Sick Bastard!