In which I see myself from the outside
[Dream/imagination lines of waviness]
Boston, MA. I'm working at Hades, Inc., a noxious investment firm filled with stuffy men in Hermes ties, and brittle women for whom the height of fashion is low-heeled Ferragamo pumps with grosgrain ribbons, and boxy suits from Talbot's. I am the sole graphic designer, and although I dress conservatively, my Ultraviolet powers apparently shine through the facade, leading one abrasive coworker to opine that I am the closest thing the company has to a member of the Addams Family. (My opinion opposes his, and although I can cite specific points to bolster my argument, I do not state that out loud.)
From that exchange, I might infer that my secret office nickname is Wednesday. Or maybe Morticia, although at the time, I had long, red hair and did not tend toward clingy, floor-length dresses, so the resemblance was slight.
Nicknames for coworkers at that job included:
- Dot-nose
- Mushmouth
- Earwax Flicker
- The Pear
- Frat-alicious
- The Viper
- Snowjob
Any one of them would have received a warm greeting from the Addams family.
I'm going to hint around here and see if I can find out anything. My guesses as to my secret nickname are as follows:
- Latey Latelson
- Blogzilla
- Cube laugher
- Brilliant genius wonder-girl, also beautiful
But those are just guesses.
Star of the day. . .Junior Brown