Paying bills and creaking knees

I must have made some mention before in the blog on this. :) Paying bills plain pisses me off. Not only do I hate doling out cash to pay, I also hate waiting in neverending queues waiting. And snce I'm the man of the house, so to speak, I have to pay for the house, the car, the electricity, the water, the cable, the phone... etc. The bills never seem to end.

But it does make you think about life. The first time I paid my bills ( not too long ago I'm afraid since I was in med school for some time :) ), I felt so terribly adult about it. Paying bills seems almost like a rite of passage to adulthood - right up there with the graduation cap and gown, and the first paycheck - and yeah, the inevitable tearing of the condom packet before.. *ahem* But I digress.

Standing in the post office queue, I turned around for a look and realized, hell, I've actually gone and somehow turned into ... an adult. Looking into the faces of veritable kids with their punked up hair and skater dude outfits, I realized that I definitely wasn't the youngest there anymore. Not only did I pass the legal age of 21 years back, I've actually stepped into the somewhat respected company of older brothers and uncles ( hopefully a hip, dashing uncle! oh please, please, I am not asking for much!! ).

At work, I've actually been referred to as the registrar. Those who're not in the medical line wouldn't give a shit about that of course but it's actually a step up... Like the harshly closeted military, hierarchy in the medical world is closely adhered to for some reason. The step up comes with more responsibilities - and also creaking knees with the growing age obviously. And for a kid who's always been the youngest, it feels terrible :)

Damn. I feel like spanking Yummy Yee again for some reason.

A short note though to those who follow my stories, I added a little vignette for the Practical Magic story.

BTW, I hate smoking and I don't smoke personally but the pic tells you how I feel :)