I think that perhaps the biggest cause of my apparant inability to get along swimmingly with all of my co-workers is that there seems to be a huge age gap between them and me. Even those who are technically close to my age come across as being ages older than me. Maybe it's just a lack of maturity on my part, but they come across to me as impossibly adult, which is something I often doubt I'll ever be (and sometimes hope I'll never be), no matter how old I get.

I mean, I'm single, childless, sharing a house with my mom, preparing to finish college, still working jobs that are just jobs while just starting to build some semblance of an actual career, I get up on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons, eat cold pizza for breakfast and cereal for dinner, I'd rather spend five hours talking about the possible long term effects of a microchip restraint on a fictional vampire's brain than spend five minutes discussing politics, and just last night I danced wildly around my attic apartment to the Powerpuff Girls closing theme song (which, by the by, rocks). At 27 years old I am anything but a grown-up, and I often suspect that the people I work with have never been anything but grown-ups.

That said, I find it rather sad (somewhat cute, but mostly just sad) sometimes when the old people here gather together and attempt to be fun and playful. A bunch of them were just in the back chanting & barking their way through a rather loud rendition of "Who Let the [Audit] Dogs Out." I was thoroughly embarrassed for them. And I'm sorry, but I just can't bring myself to be a part of that sort of thing. Not even to raise my evaluation score. I do, after all, have a certain amount of dignity to protect (Powerpuff Girls dancing aside).