The adage is true. There are two things you never … and I mean NEVER … talk to a woman about: her age & her weight.
I was meeting with the district’s transition coordinator yesterday morning and he was telling me that he’s planning to retire in the next year or so and will be recommending me to be take over his position since he knows I’ll be hot for an admin job after I graduate.
We somehow got to talking about how my young age shouldn’t determine what kind of administrative job I get. I smiled and said to him, “You don’t have any idea how old I really am.” He looked at me and said, “I figure you’re either late 30’s, early 40’s.”
My heart fell and I said with a pout, “I guess you DO have an idea how old I really am.”
And with that, I concluded our little meeting and schlumped downstairs to the junkfood machine so that I could curl up with woman’s “other” best friend …