I spent a couple hours cleaning a lot of outdated paperwork from a file cabinet in my cubicle, all of it more than five years past its best-by date, some of it as much as ten years old. I must have made half a dozen trips from my desk to the shred bin. On the last trip, I scooped up an armload of forms I used to record the results of audits I carried out, the earliest in 2015.

One of my coworkers, Riley, was at her desk as I walked by. “On-site audit forms from 2015,” I remarked to her, “should be okay to throw them out, right?”

“That was my freshman year in high school,” she responded with a chuckle.

Oh. Well. I feel old now.