Oh, Susan, that is sad. I can kind of relate. I see things to get my Dad for Christmas or his birthday, but then I remember that he can't play golf or read or... anymore because of his strokes.

Not Susan, but I'd change the start of the third paragraph to something like:

"My seven years of retail experience have taught me how to diffuse difficult..."

Oooh!

Today I got a See's catalog in the mail. The only reason I'm on their mailing list is that Dad liked their stuff, and I used to send it to him for Father's Day or his birthday sometimes.

So I'm sad. Not heartbroken, sobbing my eyes out sad, just an odd little twist of wistfulness mixed in to a very ordinary day.

headpat

It sucked to see him at the end not even eating candy. In his day that man could consume an entire See's store and not gain a pound.

I know how to diffuse difficult situations

I bet they would prefer it if you could defuse difficult situations.

In his day that man could consume an entire See's store and not gain a pound.

And I inherited his nose, his ears, his eyebrows, his feet, lots of other things...but not his metabolism.

Aimee, I wouldn't lead with Accounting when that's not what the job is. Instead I'd say something like, "In my current role as an InsertYourTitleHere, I apply my strong customer skills every day in my interaction with vendors, tenants, and clients."

My seven years of retail experience have taught me how to diffuse difficult...

I think you want "defuse," not "diffuse."

quit being possible to wear to work when I started having to clamber around the computer lab daily.

Yup. Every time I try to wear a dramatic flowy skirt to work, I end up tripping over it when I have to climb behind the equipment racks and then I remember why I don't wear dramatic flowy skirts to work.

And a hearty YES to the world needing more hats.

And a hearty YES to the world needing more hats.

But I'm a very youthful 34! Everyone thinks so!

OK, the fact that you're feeling so old at that age (and not saying it in reference to hanging out at a college or high school) scares me. Eek!

I want pretty pretty old dresses, but I know I'd never wear them so I'm not willing to spend the money. Sigh.

The bathroom was where it was suggested I pump when I came back from maternity leave. I promptly asked my boss if she was going to bring her lunch into the adjoining stall and eat there with me

Go Aimee!

I like ita's idea of a website where you put in your measurements and it tells you what historical era to dress from. That'd be cool. Though really, what I look at is like, Rubens nudes, and go "OK, women with big hips, fleshy bellies, and small boobs. Yup, I could be one of those...". I'd rather look good in those awesome 30s suits though...

I, too, want the antique red dress! So cute!!

I think what I want, secretly, is the life -- or part of it -- that comes with a Victorian day dress. Like, afternoon calls. And being driven somewhere in a carriage. And having a big late afternoon tea. And, you know, a maid

Sounds good to me, where do I sign up?

My seven years of retail experience have taught me how to diffuse difficult.

Um...defuse. Defuse. Like defusing a bomb.