It’s the 19th, a month away from my birthday. One of the women at work seems to enjoy poking my age at me. It’s different being the oldest (or one of the oldest) at work these days. At school and all my early jobs I was the youngest. Grew up the oldest of four kids and yet I started school that few months early cause of my December birthday. Quit school later on and became a 16 year old working full time in an office full of adults. Sometime later I went to college as a mature student. I wasn’t much older than the other students and there were two other women who were older, Mother’s of children and married as well. I didn’t feel I was old, just somewhere in between the two age groups. At work at Zellers I wasn’t the oldest, somewhere in the middle there too.