So, I have finally succumbed to this whole blogging thing. Having read and enjoyed friends' blogs, I figure if I get on the bandwagon, I may be able to entertain. Than again, perhaps no one will ever read my blog. Still, it can be advantageous to try new things, so you might as well throw something up against the wall and see if it sticks. I suppose I'm getting more adventurous in my old age.
Speaking of old age, today my teller Jasmeet criticized my new shoes for being too conservative. She said they looked like "28 year old shoes" and that I should be dressing like the 24 year old that I am. I don't really know what that means. Do 28 year olds wear 2 inch heels while 24 year olds wear 4 inch heels? I admit that while I love clothes and shoes (and perhaps spend too much money on both), I am no fashion maven, and I prefer simple, modest clothing, especially for work. I just feel more comfortable that way, and dressing professionally has helped me overcome the immediate prejudice against my age that I encounter at work. I can't tell you how many times I have had to bite my tongue while explaining to a customer that while my banker is both male and older than me, I am his boss and if the customer wants help, he's going to have to talk nice to this twenty-something chick at the big desk.
Yes, it bothers me when people guess my age as being so much older than I actually am. The worst was when I was 22, and someone actually said to me, "wow! I thought you were thirty two". Thirty two! I just about decked him. I do not look that old! And I am just as fun loving as your average 24 year old. But I will not dress up in a halter top and miniskirt just because Jasmeet says it's age appropriate. Frankly, although I have lost fifty pounds over the last two years, halter tops are still not appropriate on me. Probably never will be. And I am ok with that.