Okay, I am not old. Let me repeat that for those of you who read the title and didn’t expect the first sentence in this blog. I am NOT old.
Today I made what I thought was a completely relevant pop culture reference that everyone in the room should understand. I am somewhat out of touch with the day to day production work at my office. yes, I am that guy these days. If I get back into pure design and detailing for a few days then I am all good. However, if I randomly try to do production work I end up looking like a caveman. Please don’t send the Geiko Cavemen after me claiming caveman discrimination.
After I made a few cumbersome attempts to fix something one of the other younger engineers in the room got a kick out of my “production work” and called me a caveman. I guess I looked like I was banging on the keyboard with a club. I got a charge out of his jab and said, “Call me Captain Caveman.”
This comment was met with a blank stare. Who doesn’t know Captain Caveman? Apparently those young folks who were either not born or watching cartoons in 1980, the last year of Captain Caveman’s three year run on Saturday morning cartoons.