Chase
"How's the new job?"
"When I accepted a job at a startup I thought it'd be great I'd be doing things creatively, but I work with a bunch of 20-year-olds who come to work in shorts."
"Sounds like you're complaining" my sister walks from my kitchen after making herself a drink "that's my job"
She hands me a glass "thanks" I take a sip "Leena I'm 32 I can't work in an office where I'm the only person that wears a suit, everyone's office but mine has a ping pong, foosball, or pool table. And I'm absolutely tired of being forced to get on one of those hovering thingies,
THEY DON'T ACTUALLY HOVER!"
"You mean a hoverboard?" I shrug and she laughs "Julian you're never going to become CFO with that attitude, just get along with them do what they ask and soon you'll get your promotion"
"My boss is 25 years old, I'm pretty sure they smoke weed in the break room and everyone gives me the stink eye because I refuse to switch out the chairs in my office for beanbags"