I had a work Christmas party for the pharmacy staff yesterday (my
other work party is this Friday night - it's all glitzy and formal.
*sigh* I can't afford a new dress right now and I don't know what to
wear - methinks Jezzy needs a fairy godmother...)
Anyway, at the party yesterday, this woman - a pharmacy assistant who
I never work with - came up to me and said "Oh *your* Jezzy!! I've
heard all about you!!!!!" (well - not Jezzy - my real name). She
looked me up and down and said "You can't be a pharmacist! You look
like you're 18!!!!! Gaaw - look at you!!" And she went on and on and
on and it would have prolly been flattering except for the fact that I
really *do* look my age.
I look 27 - give or take two years either way.
No one who knows me would think otherwise. And that's fine!
So it was actually really irritating for this crazy woman to be
commenting each time she saw me "Caw - you look like a teenager!!!
Check out this girl - she's a pharmacist!! She looks like she's in
school!! Look at her! I'm sooooo jealous!!" And yeah, no one was
really saying anything because, well, there was nothing to say. So I
just gave her one of those fixed smiles that say "yup, thanks, crazy
person."
*sigh*
3 comments:
I love it when people come in my office and ask if I'm the graduate assistant. Some days I tell them I am!
Enjoy it!
I always get told how much older I look. Not act, not think, look.
Must be all the creases in the forehead.
Jezzy Girl,
Are you sure you're not lieing about your age? You absolutely scare me with your wisdom!
You are indeed the kind of friend I want as you speak plainly, openly, honestly, and most importantly directly from the heart!
Keep up your fight, you will prevail!
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