A Gen-Xer would have had a cell phone, too.


Problems of being a receptionist in Redacted Hippieville:

Your boss’s boss calls and asks you to call and cancel his 2:30 meeting because of a family emergency. He says, “He’s an old hippie; he’ll understand.” Soon, in attempting to do this, you discover that the old hippie does not seem to have a phone number. He has a Twitter, a LinkedIn account, and a WordPress blog, but no fucking phone number.