I’ve just been offered a job at an international advertising firm, basically Mad Men for real! It all started when I was bouncing ideas with someone at a social event, and this morning they surprised me with a paid position, not just an internship. It’s incredibly flattering and tempting, like ticking off a bucket list item. But there’s a catch: I can’t uproot my wife. She has a complex medical condition that requires us to send lab work three times a day. We even have a drone for it if needed. Still, it feels amazing to be seen as a fresh source of ideas at my age, over 50. It’s got me thinking that maybe I should start a club for retirees here in Colombia. We could focus on their projects and have the interesting stuff come to me instead.
I guess the snag is.. I hate being around men my own age for any length of time, at least the Amercian ones that turn up in Colombia. My idea of getting older is dignified, wise, old school, increasingly heavier hitter. The short pants uniform retirees.. Eeww. The younger ones organize "men's meetings" to talk about their feelings and look hurt when I recoil in horror at the suggestion I would join that backwards pantomime. Yeah, I'm not really compatible with people anymore.