Somehow at work the other day we were discussing a household where three unrelated adults were living in a two-bedroom house. One of my coworkers asked if the two women were sharing a room and the guy was pretending to be gay. We were off to the races after that.
Suzanne Somers was our overwhelming favorite blonde over the years. The Ropers versus Mr. Furley debate was a bit more heated. Can you tell that we are all of a certain age?
This job and my last one have been the only times in my life when the majority of my coworkers are all in my same age group. There is something automatically bonding about having a shared experience, even if it didn’t happen together. It is nice to be able to make comparisons and have everyone understand it. We get each other.
In my last position, when we were about to move offices, we had a field trip to Ikea to get some new furniture for us to use. One of the chairs we were looking at was called something that sounded a lot like Urkel.
Three of the four of us were 80’s kids; the other was born after we graduated from high school. The poor thing spent the next half hour completely out of the loop as Family Matters jokes flew between us (admittedly she was on her phone and didn’t seem too put out). Even though I’d seen a grand total of one episode, it was such a part of our culture for a while that I learned enough through osmosis to keep up.
When I first started working, I loved being the youngest person in the office. It made me feel special. Now sharing in a common culture meets that need and then some.
Does your workplace share a common popular culture? or The Ropers vs. Mr. Furley: Who was your favorite landlord?