Dedicated to anyone whose friends started calling them something they hate and it stuck.
Also dedicated to "Stinky B" who doesn't even read this blog.
* The names have been changed to protect the innocent
I have a slight obsession with my label maker. Not only have I used my dymo to make each and every one of my files the same font and size because even though I am scary close to the definition of a slob in my bedroom I am ANAL RETENTIVE about my work files. Well, as it were my filing labels turned into labels for my co-workers, and by labels I mean nicknames, oh yeah! Way to bring a little fun to the crisis world. One of my co-workers constanly breaks out the button ups, boat shoes, and seersucker- hence the name Andrea "ralph Lauren is my baby daddy" Smith. Another coworker who had the unfortunate experience of overlooking her lady speed stick in the GA heat developed sweat rings and therefore became Jane "sexy pits" Anderson. I like to calm people down when they are having a bad day and in my world a laugh, especially at yourself, beats a nervous breakdown any day. So to my coworker who was freaking out: Ingrid "Too blessed to be stressed" Richards. And to my coworker who wears her slippers around the office you deserve the Paula "I'm too popular for my own shoes" Salem. To you my cubbie mate, who has been having dinner bi-weekly with the same man for the last two years, your information box will forever be labeled with Anna "He ain't my man" Matthews. You really have to watch what you do and say around my workplace because if you don't have blond hair to blame it on you might end up with a label stuck on your door.
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