what's yer handle?

you know how when you forget to take your name tag off after work? no? you don't have to wear a name tag? weird.

well i do. you snobby, no-name-tag-wearing-too-good-for-becky-poophead! cough, cough. maybe some one's a little bitter about having to wear a name tag. doesn't matter though because i have letters that go after my name. the person whose animal i'm molesting treating, likes to know about things like that, so there!

one fine evening, i had a hankerin fer some "mexican" from "chipotle." so i walked right in there and ordered up a steak burrito WITH guacamole, WHICH is a "dollar fifty extra, is that ok?" "yes, yes it is!" i wonder how many people say, "what!?!? a DOLLAR FIFTY??? no thank you! no thank you at all! don't' get the guac, steve! it's a dollar fifty EXTRA!" i mean, i think if they said four dollars i'd be fine with it. it's guacamole, people! it's awesome!

anyshoosle, i was checking out and they guy said, "anything else, becky?" with a grin. and i was all like, do i know this dude? and if i don't, why does he know my name? and furthermore, just who does he think he is?

yeah. i was still wearing my name tag. what. an. idiot! i don't know why this embarrasses me so, but it makes me embarrassed all the way to the tip of my toesies. i don't ever wear the "hallow my name is..." name tag provided at conferences because, why do people need to know that tidbit of info? they don't. i behave like a ghost during seminars. i'm in, i'm out, nobody saw me.

this is most likely due to my searing self-doubt and general dislike of "people." according to this article, it just might be a good thing if people were to know your name, you might just meet "friends." doubtful, i say.

so if you see me with my name tag still on, let a susta know! i'll buy you a burrito and may even let you get the guac.