In essence, I get no respect.
In reality... I get a lot of it. It's so weird how your coworkers show that they accept you by giving you hell. Mine call me everything except my name.
Why? Because they called me something not close to my name on my first day of work. I corrected them. Is that so wrong? My real name "rhymes" with Danielle. On the daily telcon, someone called me Danielle the other day. My coworkers could not believe that I refrained from throwing a hissy-fit. Now they call me Danielle. Yesterday, the nickname was "Pinky Tuscadero" of "Happy Days" fame. Why? Wore a pink polo-shirt.
Tomorrow, though, my nickname will be "hardass" unless I get some respect. I think.
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ha ha ha!! I love pinky tuscadero.
You should put up a dry erase board in your cube proclaiming the nic-of-the-day, so at least you can CHOOSE it.
I'd be The Fonz.
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