Vanity
March 6th, 2002When asked this weekend what I do for a living, I gave the short not-so-self-promotional answer, “I am a Web developer in New York City.” “Well,” said the asker, a nurse about my age, “you must be getting some good experience.”
I was as pissed as I was delighted. Pissed that she mistook me for a 24 year old with an entry level job, and delighted that she mistook me for a 24 year old with an entry level job.
I don’t know if my ego can take the short answer again.