Hello, My Name Is ________________

Everyone at BCFG (The Big Cheese Financial Group) has a nickname (a real nickname, not the names that I've given them). My first name doesn't lend itself well to nicknames, so I've never had one. Lately Will has taken to calling me J-Weezey. I guess I should take this as I sign of fitting in? They have gone so far with nicknames in the office that the caller id for the phone says "Guy Shizzle" when Guy calls you.

I learned today that I'm going to get a name plate for my Triangle. BCFG is going through a "re-branding" process. (They really like to talk about how their new brand is "modern" and "young." To me, it just looks like they are using a different font for everything, but then I am not a marketer.) Anyway, everyone has little name plates outside their office doors that have the logo on them and then say "Mr. X" or whatever. These all have to be replaced so they can be re-branded with the new logo. K is getting a name plate for her desk, which makes sense, as she is the first thing that you see when you walk in the door. I am getting one too, which does not make sense because any client that wonders over to my Triangle is seriously lost. Will is the one in charge of the re-brand and he came to tell me about my name plate today--hopefully I was appropriately excited about it. He said I might even get business cards out of the deal. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I've had business cards since I was 22 and they stopped being exciting about 6 months after I got them.

Today also brought a new level of The Big Cheese's anal-ness. Recently I've been doing a lot of paperwork that required his signature. When you want him to sign something you have to put those little "sign here" sticky notes, so he doesn't have to read the whole page to find out where to sign. I knew about the notes, so I have been including those, however I have been putting them on wrong. Today he brought me back some pages that he had signed and showed me how my sticky note misplacement had caused problems. He can't be bothered to remove the sticky notes and he had written over some of them because I hadn't placed them close to the edge. I'm supposed to remember that for next time. I'll work on that.

Mental Health Update: I'm actually feeling pretty good now--I've gone back to feeling kind of "on the verge" of something instead of the full blown depression that I was having over the weekend. I think that the dosage change on my medication has helped. (It's been almost 2 weeks now, so I should start to feel a difference if it's going to work.) Getting up and going to work has helped too. Working at home allowed me to wallow, which wasn't good. Now I have to get up, get dressed and act normal every day. While the acting normal part was really hard at the beginning of the week I think that it helped. There is something to that adage where they tell you to act happy and you'll feel happy.