Sunday, April 13, 2008

Say, say, say what you want.

I am a Man of Letters. Always have been, truth be told. When I used to be just a lowly guybrarian not too long ago, one of the fellow librarian women and I couldn't help but be entertained by a certain boss of ours who didn't care so much about spelling and grammar and all that kinda nonsense. Her mouth said things that boggled my mind and her fingers tended to do the same. Some of my favorite moments (which would repeat over and over again) were when she'd refer to things like the "physical" year or "miniminizing" a screen on our computers. Go ahead and try to say that second one out loud. It's not so easy to do.

Luckily, I still maintain contact with said librarian lady, who keeps me updated with new gems from my once fearless leader. One of the most recent had to do with moving some company mailboxes around. I'm told that she sent out a missive, saying:
"Next time you go looking for your mailbox just remember your fist name and you will find it in alphabetical order."

I guess I didn't stick around there long enough to acquire one of my own, but, if I were to have a fist name, I think I'd have to go with Punchy Stallone. It just has a nice, authoritative ring to it.

7 comments:

emily said...

This has surely inspired me to go back and fix some of my spelling and grammar mistakes.ha But have some mercy on us poor spellers. I'm pretty sure it's genetic. I think most of it is....that crazy DNA.

Mich said...

Perhaps your former boss is related to this lady's former boss:

http://rabbitintheheadlights.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-in-name.html

SJ said...

funny thing is my mind just filled in the missing letter. I didn't even get that it said fist till you mentioned your fist name and then I read it over again and realized the mistake.

Dainon. said...

You and my old boss would have got along splendidly. In case you ever want to be a librarian, I can pull some strings for you ...

Patti said...

It's a good thing she told them to remember their names... That would've come in handy that morning I woke up and couldn't remember mine. (But then I would've just used my fist name... Roxy Streetlife.)

SJ said...

ya, that was actually the funnier part for me. She actually had to tell people how to find their rearranged boxes?

Dainon. said...

There is no end to her humor. Believe me when I say that. That and the fact I used to work with someone that looked like one of the guys from Air Supply ... and it was a woman. Mullet and all.