It's the end of the things you know... here we go.

Recently a few managers at Best Buy were replaced with other managers. They were reassigned to other stores for such reasons as perjury and sexual misconduct. So we've got a few new managers at my store. They're so far nice people: Don, Anthony, and Jimmy. Don is in closest contact out of all managers with the media department, of which I'm a member. He's our go-to manager and he calls me "big guy." It'd make me feel more familiar if it weren't for him calling everyone "big guy." He himself is a big guy--I'd reckon around 6'5" tall, 220 lbs. Don has a friendly face and seems to be a nice person, although one never knows. He's been at my store for about a month and today I found out he's 22 years old.

I'm only three years older than 22 years old. But it still means that he's 3 years younger than I am. And he has both the power and responsibility to tell me what to do.

Twenty-five years old is young. Don is younger than I am, but I imagine (hope and pray) that whereas he's limited himself to being good at Best Buy, there's more for me. Don is good at what he does. He's found what he's good at an early and is making a salary at a young age. And he likes what he's doing.

I'd like to like what I'm doing.