A couple weeks into working at Beard's Framing, they had a nametag engraved for me. It's a pretty nice one too, with a magnetic backing on it so you never puncture holes in your shirts (those crafty framers!). Well, a few days after I got it, I lost it, and I have been working nameless for the last two months, which is totally against company policy.
SIDE NOTE: Do you ever forget to take your nametag off after your shirt? I always do that, and then either walk into a restaurant or a grocery store with it on. It's pretty much a sign for the cashier to rip you off because you've been working all day and you're not very alert.
So back to the nametag situation. After checking every coat pocket, pants pocket, shirt pocket, and sock pocket I couldn't find it. The mountain search and rescue party couldn't either. The infared helicopters couldn't see it. Even the magnet-sniffing dogs were stumped. Then just the other day I found it in my laptop bag pocket (I sometimes take my computer to work on slow days). I guess the magnet was attracted to my hard drive, which is probably bad. But the good thing is that I don't feel naked anymore. If I ever get robbed, I'm sure the nametag with deflect the bullet or blind the perpetrator with its brushed aluminum shine. The most important thing is that a customer can call me by name now, even though they never do.
SIDE NOTE #2: I hate it when people call strangers "Boss" or "Guy." It's always a guy calling another guy that. I hate it. Sir, buddy, chap, dude, homie, bro. I prefer any of those over boss or guy. My dad uses "guy" ever now and then. No mas Dad!
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