Things are going well here in Seattle. It’s a little weird to be “working” again. Actually, since I’m at a conference, it’s almost like being back in school. Except I never had a laptop in school (Thanks again!! to my brother-in-law who let me borrow his at the last minute). But I type notes frantically and study instead of making friends and type as much as I can but actually hear very little. People keep asking me if I feel as though I’ve learned things here. I’m like, “Are you kidding? I’m not listening; I’m typing!”
On a related note, when I look up and see other people on laptops checking their email, surfing or playing solitaire, I want to shout them, “Hey, you or your company paid a lot of money to get you here and you should pay attention!” Come to think of it, I felt the same in college when people were playing on their laptops in class.
I was really surprised at how young some of the people that I’ve come to “know” through their industry blogs really are. Or look. I know when I talk to these people—some of whom are surely older than I am—I feel as though I’m the old one. After all, I can hardly make it a paragraph without mentioning my husband or son. To be married and have a kid makes you old, right? at least one person (who was old enough to have grandkids) was surprised to learn I’m so young.
I don’t feel like I look terribly young. Maybe I do. Maybe I’m a poor judge. I was at a Mary Kay facial thing a few weeks ago and someone asked me if I was engaged. I told her, “No, I’ve been married for three years, almost.”
“Wow,” she said, “you look good.”
Um… what part of three didn’t you understand? It’s not a long time ago. And I know I don’t look 18, thanks.
Sigh. Should I keep you in suspense? Care to guess how old I am? (Family members: hold your