And With That, He Walked Out Of Her Life, Never To Be Heard From Again.

Whoops. Well, I have decided that I am going to wait a day before I post anymore angry blogs, or at least count to ten before I write anything. Sorry.

No real exciting stories from the weekend, as long as it was. Late nights, long drives, funny laughs, emo-ness, great food and lots of Facebook. (Remember before Facebook ruined my life. Before we checked out our new friends, or changed our status every five minutes?)

So to make it up to all of you, my dear readers, another story from the days of yore. Sorry to those who have heard it. It is still one of my favourites to tell.

For reasons unknown I have still have a very youthful appearance. For the most part it is okay. It lets me get away with people thinking I am 20 instead of 25. One of my favourite games to play with my friends at my parent’s house is “Guess How Old Denise Is In This Picture.” (It is a picture of me at Seminary Grad, at 18. But without fail, everyone says 12 or 13.)

I have been offered the youth ticket at the movies, been accused of still being in high school and had my drivers licence studied heavily when I went to vote. Nothing I can do, it is my cross to bear. The brown hair has helped a bit, but still.

A couple of years ago, when I was 23. I decided to look for a job. Off I went to the mall to find some sort of part time job. I combed the job posting board, and with resumes in hand I went about applying for various jobs.

Most of the stores took my resume and said nothing. But at one store, as I went to hand the lady behind the counter my resume, she pulled me aside, and whispered to me.

“You have to be 14 to work at this store.”

What!?!

Here I was, 23 years old being accused of being younger than 14!

I thought about explaining to the lady all the accomplishments I had listed on my resume. But then I realized without my birthdate, which was not on my resume, I would just look like a child prodigy.

According to this lady, I would have graduated high school at 6, finished college at 8 and started university 10!

So as graciously as I could, I looked at the lady, took my resume from her hands, and politely said “Thanks anyways.”

Well, here to:

A short week and a lot of work still ahead of us.

Facebook, stealing my soul one day at a time. (What did we do without you? How did we ever have friends, or self esteem?)

Willpower. I need to get some.

You. Becoming only a distant memory and eventually a funny story or song.