Its Official--I'm Old

I've talked in the past about how I hate the birthdays for the "niner"
years: twenty-nine, thirty-nine, forty-nine, etc. I have to admit, I
have been in denial for the entire "fifty-nine" year.
But today, I must admit is worse. Sixty...60.
Yikes!
Is there anything worse that a fat old gray-haired soon-to-be
unemployed (I think) 60 year old lady? Who wants to hire someone like
that?
It is going to be a long year, if I survive it.