All in the mind

A new chap started at work this week. Seems pleasant enough but he does have a resemblance to David Brent and a tendency to finish my sentences for me. This would not be bad thing if he knew how I intended to finish them. It is causing me much confusion as his interruptions throw my thinking off track and I tend to forget the initial point of our conversation which leaves me with a blank expression on my face whilst I try to remember my initial point.

I put these little annoyances down to the fact that he is new and trying to appear willing and eager to do a good job. Once he's settled down I'm sure he will be fine as he has exhibited more intellect than the other workers in the office.

One thing that he did say however made me think. Upon investigating I discover that he is the same age as me (30) and he was adamant that he was an old fart, full of aches and pains. As I have just reached this milestone age I feel I'm qualified to comment on his declaration of knackeredness. At no point in the last two weeks have I felt any different to when I was twenty one - this is not entirely true as I like to think myself less arrogant than I was back then and a little more worldly and wise.

I've come to the conclusion after much deliberation over a cigarette and a coffee that feeling one's age is all in the mind. If you're convinced you're a coffin dodger at 30 then that's exactly how you're going to feel.

I think I'll have an extra rendition of wheels on the bus with the little one when I get home in order to keep myself feeling sprightly.