At the gym, the guys and I are constantly roasting each other (I don’t follow sports so this joking nicely fills in whatever extra time we find/make)…sometimes, we completely run out of clever things to say so we just blather anything, use incorrect-English-non-sensical jibberish…and throw in a random compliment just to make the ultimate verbal ninja move (yield to overcome…)
Admittedly, I’m usually targeted for my height and over-histrionic display of overconfidence and over-whatever-du-jour…whilst I make fun of them for their (sometimes real — I ain’t gonna lie) fear of spiders and sheep-people attraction/submission to Spam-musubi…
This morning, I arrive in the trainers’ office only to find my magnetic nametags on my filing cabinet drawer upside down.
So, I just shrug, put one nametag on my t-shirt and then put the other nametag upright on my file drawer. And then whistle-walk away to train a client.
When I return, the nametag is upside down again.
No one has stepped forward to confess this strange, but ridiculously harmless gesture.
All the other trainers’ nametags remain untouched on their file drawers. One associate/suspect mentions faux-scoffingly that perhaps the nametag inversion is because I have SO many nametags. I say, “talk to management” who produced the quantity. My response is met with a neutral comment and make-shift-shifty eyes.
I’m sure this is just the beginning of what could become…say, a scavenger-hunt-type of nametag-saga…after all, at work, we all have them, need them, and strangely…identify with them…and we all have extras…