Author: Christine Elias

I was having some trouble hooking up a VCR (er, I mean a DVD player) to to the upstairs television.

I am not good at this and I could not get the stupid thing to work.

So L . offered to come over and help. L. is one of the most technologically gifted people I know. She’s also a decade younger and laughs her ass off when I call a DVD player a VCR.

Despite several attempts, she could not get the thing to work either and we decided a Blu-ray was in order. They are easy to hook up — and really a DVD player in 2010?

So yeah, either that or a PlayStation® is on the shopping list.

That said, I would like to reiterate that L could not get the DVD player to work — it wasn’t just old fogey me unable to comprehend more than one input possibility.

There was an obvious problem with the thingamajig input thingy.

Really, there was. A very obvious problem.

At my book club this week some of us were talking about how our careers don’t mean as much in our forties.

In our twenties and thirties we were all about getting ahead, making more money and getting the next promotion. We talked about our projects, our plans and our goals. Oh yeah, we talked about that kind of stuff a lot. (I bet we were pretty damn boring but I am getting ahead of myself.)

It’s not like we don’t care about work anymore, we do. We just don’t care so very much. It’s not the most important thing on our agendas.

There are so many other interesting things to talk about. And honestly, no one is really that interested in the story, the speech or the website I’ve been working on.

Twenty years ago I was all about getting out there and proving myself.

Ten years ago I was all about getting ahead and doing a great job.

Today I like my work and care about doing well — and yeah, I plan to continue to advance. I would like enjoy my retirement so I need to keep plugging away.

But I don’t plan on boring anyone to death while I do it. I’d rather talk about Glee.