Today at my extra job, I changed my name. To GINGER.
My job (in which I fill in for a girlfriend running her business) really sucks. The business removes possums out of people's roofs and repairs roofs. It's a very high-volume business. The phone rings a lot. Unfortunately, the business has several flaws, not least, a lack of communication between the guys who do the jobs and the actual customers. Consequently not all of the calls to the office are happy customers. Some of them are angry customers. Which is why I changed my name to Ginger.
Ginger has to say "I'm sorry" a lot to folks whose expectations haven't been met. Ginger is blonde, bubbly, with imaginary big boobs. Ginger handles things better than I do. And, Ginger is fake. I DO NOT WANT people in my community knowing that aside from being the world's most wonderful music teacher, I also work for a business where things go so badly wrong.
My first task of the day was to chase an employee, let's call him Bill, who has been receiving checks on behalf of the business, but not passing them in to the office. My girlfriend already knows that this Bill does the following.... 1. He overcharges cash-paying customers and pockets the extra cash, and 2. Gets customers to write out checks to him (or his mom) rather than the business.
After one short phone call to this guy, I already have him ear-marked as a con-artist. I HAVE NO IDEA why they still have him on their books. I really don't. There are MANY other able-bodied fellows in this city who can do the job and are HONEST.
So you can imagine just how enthusiastic I was about chasing this guy for outstanding cheques. Of course, he was wily enough to leave his phone switched off today. I already had a strategy all planned out, as to how to extract cheques out of him by setting up the promise of LOADS of cash jobs. NAUGHTY Ginger. BAD Ginger. Pretty and wiley, no?
I was even MORE enthusiastic about saying "I'm sorry" to people over and over, because of mistakes that (in my humble opinion) should never have happened.
When I got home I ate a few Diet Triple Choc cookies, and then I felt better.