Aug 31
Identity Crisis Averted
When I came into work today, the first thing I noticed was that the wall of my work space finally says my name!
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I don’t have to be “Patricia Weiss” anymore.
It was to the point where, if someone from another department walked by and said, “Hey Patricia,” I’d just mumble “Hey” back.
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I’ll tell ya. Something as trivial as having my own goddamn name slapped on that pane of frosted glass has made me feel 1,000 times more at home here.
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That looks very pretty.
I would also like a job where I get my name on frosted glass.
Closest I’ve come: velcro name tag for my supposedly fire resistant coveralls.
All I have is a nifty laminated badge on a lanyard that lets me open all of the doors in the Retirement Home of the Dead.
Man, I’m jealous…my name isn’t on frosted glass…at the old firm I used to work for, it was on the door, but with the state, it’s on a piece of paper taped outside of my office. Lame.
Maybe I should write my name on my bedroom door, so my parents stop calling me ‘Andy’s deadbeat sister.’
That’s a good feeling to have where you work. Once day I am going to burn my name in the carpet in the foyer area.
Very impressive! I don’t think my name will ever get to go on frosted glass. Unless I do it myself…
Wow! Permanent font and everything!!