In a recent happening very reminiscent of a certain Barbeque Loving
Pastor, there's a new guy here in the lab who doesn't seem to quite get
my name. I just met him a few days ago. He's from Brazil and he's
pretty cool. I really enjoy talking to him and all, it's just funny because for the
last few days he keeps asking my name and when he says hi to me he
says, "Jeem, good to see you!" and I'll correct him and say, "Jimmy".
But he'll turn right around and say, "ah yes, Jeem".
I don't really mind people calling me Jim or whatever (I guess it's
still half my name). It's just when you start wanting me to marry your
daughter that I start getting a little defensive. And yes, after 5 or 6
years, the answer is still no. haha:)
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