i get it, i look like i’m in high school. what else you got?
the day after my “encounter” with el presidente, i got an assignment to go to the vice president‘s office for a press conference on illegal recruitment. to make the long story short, i approached him for a question and then he asked me “are you new? i haven’t seen you before.” so i said, yes, sir. then he chuckled a bit and said, to the whole room, “i thought there was a high school student with us.”
ordinarily, i’d feel annoyed — even a tad humiliated, as the rest of the people there laughed along with him — but for the first time since i took this job, i just shrugged it off and gave him a big smile.
i must be growing up… (=
dress and shoes – thrifted
bag – local bazaar