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Today one of the ladies at my real estate job invited me to the office Christmas party. I am the youngest person there by at least three decades, only show up every few weeks when I'm back from school, and work as an off-the-record secretary/handyman/Fixer of All Electronics rather than, you know, actually being employed by the company proper, but apparently I have re-calibrated enough peoples' smartphones that I have been officially accepted as a member of the tribe. (Granted, it's a very dysfunctional, elderly tribe that is perpetually paranoid about stealing one another's copier codes, but still. I am amused.)