Just read Nad’s blog and the part about her being mistaken as a 12-year-old. I had my fair share of that at work today.
This lady customer asked me how old was I. I told her I’m 20. She thought I was 12 and how come someone so young could work already. 12?! 12?! *blink blink* And when I told her I’m 20, she like didn’t really believe. Why would I lie? It’s not like I’m going to get money for lying or something.
12…is that some sort of consolation for me? To tell myself that I look young?
Hmmm…another thing that irritates me a little is that everyone at work pronounces my name wrongly. I know I shouldn’t pick on such little things but I think I have been rather sensitive about the pronunciation and spelling of my name since young. The next person at work (excluding Sis) who pronounces my name correctly is going to get a megawatt smile from me and a mention here. Think about it!
Or else they can all follow what the aunties call me, which is kinda playing safe…å°å¦¹ã€‚Of course, only those older than me are entitled to call me that. I can’t stand it if someone younger calls me that.