I've been ducking Darcy for over a year. No calls, no texts, no contact. It turns out I have an aversion to feeling like a complete failure. I'm weird that way.
13 months of silence were broken last night when she called. Fortunately, it was only minimally depressing. Or maybe I'm just numb to her embrace of mediocrity now. She's still reading career books, wants to work at Microsoft, and her status as Cheating Fuckup's Subjugated Second Choice is further cemented by their new engagement. For the most part, she didn't say the incredibly vacuous things that have pained me. For the most part.
"I'm looking for a different job because of age discrimination here," she said. She just turned 31.Is there anything more quintessentially millennial than arguing that promoting people with 15 more years' experience than you is "age discrimination?""Yeah, you're old now. And the young folks come relentlessly."
"Ha ha."
"Hey, female 31 is the male 61."
"Anyway, everyone at work is like 15 years older than me, and I just feel like I'll never advance."