Sounds easy enough..to a single, childless person

I work with young people.  Young is always a flimsy gauge..the young that I work with were born mid to late 80's.  They don't understand the following:  In TV, they don't remember NBC (Diff'rent Strokes) and ABC (Webster) dueling two cute young looking black boys.  Of course in the mid-90's, we realized that they were 18 while playing 8.  There was also Punky Brewster..little orphan girl set to live with some old white guy that develops pictures.beyond creepy.  They don't remember Mary-Lou Retton, the start of hair mousse, the voodoo math of Reaganomics and MTV prior to the RealWorld.  (Good videos like Warrior by Patty Smyth and anything by Culture Club) I have never even mentioned the goddess characters of Cagney and Lacey.  They don't deserve to know.  Sans C+L,  I bring up any of these things and they look at me with this blank look like I have asked them for money.

The issue that I have with working with "young people" is that they are trying to get on the fast track while I am not.  My day starts with my main job and ends with my main job. The work at my desk outside my home is filler and provides a paycheck or label it as my second job.  These young people get up, look perky..work and stay late by choice..then go home.  I wish I could do that  (well, actually I don't) but I can't. I feel like I look lazy in my position.  My laziness is not due to the fact that I don't try to do my best, I just can't do more right now.  I am trying to do the best that I can do while arriving at work with matching socks and pants...Sounds easy enough..to a single, childless person.

Currently, I work in retirement sales.  In a nutshell, I am trying to get financial representatives to sell my companies' retirement plans.  Sounds easy but there is always more stuff to learn or another list to make.  While this job may seem like a stepping stone for some twerpy chick that went to a semi-Ivy league school but to me, it provides benefits and pays for childcare.  My advancement is getting my girls from day to day, without fever, fed and feeling good about themselves.  That twerpy chick has no idea...honestly, perhaps jealous, I want to kick her in the face.

I should be grateful that there are opportunities for others at work because it keeps the environment alive and well but where are those women like me..are they just staying silent?  Are they gone and just working at Target??  Where are you?  We are silent..grabbing the cheap coffee in the morning and looking down to make sure our pants are on and our socks match..