Call me crazy, but I think the boss is supposed to be the one who calls the shots in an office, not his PA. This lady has just come from nowhere, supposedly some big swanky office in the city, and now she thinks she runs the place. And sure, I know our boss is an idiot, but he’s not the type of idiot who usually lets people just walk all over him. He’s the type of idiot who takes a stand and gets things done in the worst possible way, stupidly! And we love him for it. Or rather, we used to.
Now she’s going to scrap the name tag policy, which has been my lifeline for the whole time I’ve been working here. See, we all get corporate name badges, which usually would be a bit lame but there’s a policy saying that we have to wear them. It’s the best thing ever, clearly, because without them I just wouldn’t have a clue who Josh in accounting was supposed to be. It’s useful for both visiting other departments and socialising in your own when you don’t have a good memory. For example, there’s this girl who sits opposite me…Lana? Lacey? It’s really similar to that, I swear…so yeah, I always forget her name but she’s super nice so not the type of person you can just ignore and get on with your day without saying hi. So I’ve had to add things to my hello, just so I don’t have to say her name. Like “oh hi, how was the basketball tournament?” or “Good morning, those brownies you made were chewy and delectable!” See how painful it is?
But then we adopted the policy, and now I don’t need to remember. I just glance at her name tag and all is well. Same for all of my colleagues. It’s a flawless system and it shouldn’t be taken away from us. I want my flashy magnetic name badge back, darnit. It also helps people to spell my name right, and since it’s Jaymes with a ‘Y’…well, you get it.
LAURA. It’s Laura. I’m like 90% positive.
-Jaymes.