“So, my sister-in-law just turned forty,” my co-worker told me as she walked into my office a couple of weeks ago, “and ever since, she has nothing but complaints.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, first she started that she can’t sleep through the night anymore. Then she started saying that her back and neck were bothering her when she woke up. And her latest? She is having a difficult time getting up from the couch, because she is so achy, AND she has constant heartburn.”
“I think she is being a little melodramatic, don’t you?”
“Yeah, probably,” my friend replied. “But, I guess this is what we have to look forward to next year.”
“Yeah,” she answered. “You are turning thirty-nine in a couple of weeks.”
“No I am not. I am only going to be thirty-eight!” I adamantly announce. “I actually remember my age this year.”
“No,” she replied just as adamantly. “We are thirty-nine.”
“I don’t know about you, but I know I am going to be thirty-eight. See?” I ask as I call her over to my computer and open up excel. I type in 2011 and subtract 1973. Magically the number 38 appears on my screen!”
“Wow, you are right. You are only going to be thirty-eight. Huh? Well then how old does that make me?”
“Do you need me to do an excel spreadsheet for you too?” I asked.
As she shook her head no, I couldn’t help but ask, “Could you imagine what we would be like if we weren’t accountants?”
Do you ever forget your age? I seem to do it every year!
But, truth be told, today I know I turned thirty-eight, but if you don’t mind, I think I will tell myself I am still only 32. OK?