Old Like Us

I'm 27.

Granted, I may have a pair of gray plaid pants my sister calls my old man pants. I may like to rock a beer koozie over the summer that says "Sexy at 60!". I might have a "bad hip" and I may occasionally like staying in Friday nights and passing out early, but I'm 27. 27 years young.

I'm proud of that. I celebrate my birthday every year like it's the biggest party I'll ever go to. I don't think I look old or young for my age, I think I look like what a 27 year old should look like: a fun and (surprisingly) overall happy girl.

Maybe my job has made me negative. Maybe I don't smile all day long, and maybe every now and then I get called "ma'am" by a caller, but one thing I am not, is old.

There is this one crazy lady in payroll loves telling NG that I'm old. What she means to say, is that I've been with the company for a while and am no longer "new". I'm "old". However, when she says it, it always makes me sound like I'm some wrinkly old lady.

Crazy lady to NG:
"Oh, you're still new to the company, holiday parties would excite you. You're not old like Ruby and I."

"When you're old like us, you'll understand"

"Right Ruby?? She's not old us like!"


Listen you old bat, I'm not old. If you're going to call me names, call me mean. Call me rude. Call me dumb. ...Or maybe just say "when you've worked here as long as Ruby has". Just whatever you do, don't call me old!

...or maybe I am. I really do love those plaid pants. AND that old man sweater my sister also likes to poke fun of.

Hey N&J, move over and pass the yarn. Time for this old lady to start knitting. ;) LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU BOTH! :) :)