Being the youngest (by a huge margin!) at my workplace ensures I get all kinds of special treatment, from warm chilli cheese toast in the morning ('I made it for the kids ma.') to random boxes of chocolates ('You can afford to eat these at your age.') Of course it also means lunchtime conversations unerringly veer towards menopause and mothers-in-law with a healthy dose of 'FML, so I'm gonna FYL.' in between. The Y being me of course.
Apparently, with my own house at 24 and a career to boot, my life is unfairly smooth. Let's forget the fact that I totally do my own cleaning, cooking, washing, ironing, the works. At. 24. With. A. Job. Since they can't pick on me for any of that, all I hear all the time is 'Oh, you don't eat enough vegetables, no wonder you're so thin.' Yeah, the 12 km I walk in a day? Just may have something to do with it, sisters.
And no vegetables? Really? Me? Dude. My average salad has more vegetables than most people's weekly intake combined. Tell me I don't eat rice, or bread, or butter, or oil, I totally agree. But no vegetables? Really?? As I write this, I'm chuckling at how ludicrous this whole thing sounds and how totally inconsequential. And really, it is. I know it is.
The reason I bring it up is because after five months of being nagged at, today, my coworkers sheepishly took a... wait for it... fourth helping of my lunch. Woohoo and a woot, this is more win than the time I racked up a 10% conversion rate (before you ask, typical email marketing campaigns get a 1% conversion rate). And now I'm just showing off. So okay bye.
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