So there's this guy at work (thankfully not a client) who keeps calling me Tiffany. Initially, I used to correct him. He never got it right, so I stopped bothering...and actually respond to Tiffany now when he speaks to me.
Yep.
Tiffany is so NOT my name. But he's got some mental...impairments, so I'll just let him call me Tiffany...I guess. He's got the "T" part right, at least.
Lovely colors and a cute story. :o)
One of the men at the assisted living center where I took my dog Snickers called him something different every week: Snerkles, Sparkles, Triscuits. You just have to go with the flow, huh?
@carolb hehe yep. Just gotta go with it sometimes. At least now, if something goes wrong at work and people ask me about it, I'll blame...Tiffany. Lol.
March 2nd, 2013
Leave a Comment
Sign up for a free account or Sign in to post a comment.
One of the men at the assisted living center where I took my dog Snickers called him something different every week: Snerkles, Sparkles, Triscuits. You just have to go with the flow, huh?