At work I am refereed to by many as a "gray beard". I think it's mostly a good thing, meaning that you're someone who has experience and can help you if you get painted into a corner. Sometimes, I wish they'd call me a "young turk" - I know it won't happen, but in my heart I'm still 23 and questioning "the man".
As a gray beard, I am often paired up with new hires to serve as a mentor until they feel confident as "independent contributors". I actually enjoy this role as the younguns are a lively bunch and haven't turned into morose cogs or "check in the box" hard axes as some of my contemporaries have. They keep me on my toes and challenge me frequently, which helps prevent my ego from out-pacing my abilities.
All of this is background to the fact that I still get livid when I stop working on a project to help one of the pups with something that just can't wait until I finish typing a sentence or finish punching an equation out on the calculator. So I'll stop what I'm doing and listen, consider all the implications of the path they're advocating and, as I am in mid-sentence explaining why they don't want to suggest a particular design at a meeting, they get a look like they just peed their pants, reach for their crack-berry and start diddling with it. My response had been to go back to what I was doing and ignore them for the next day or two.
But some of them don't get it and it happened again and again. Over the past year I have come to think that the urge to "social network' has become deeply hardwired into their behavior. So now when it happens I explain that I consider this behavior to be exceedingly rude and disrespectful of my time. I try to do this without getting emotional - probably not entirely successfully. This seems to be working- I think the word is out that the old phart won't help you if you don't play nice - and my anger management has become much easier.
-Jim