The Name Game!

To date, I have appeared in various documents at my place of work under a variety of different names. Legally, and for all intents and purposes, my name is:

- Lola Cutter Hensel

Got it? Well, when I first brought in my paperwork to the seafood restaurant I work at in September, I brought with me an old but not-quite-expired passport in lieu of my social security card (which I lost). What I didn't realize at the time was that my passport still had my old name - the name my parents gave me and my family still calls me - from before I had it legally changed. So, for my first few months there, my name appeared in the computer system as:

- Laura Hensel

After some pestering, I got my General Manager to make the correction. Well, to attempt to make the correction at least. According to the computer systems, my name is now:

- Lola Hansel

Yet another manager is in charge of scheduling and apparently, in her opinion, my name is:

- Lola Jensen

That's what appears on the schedule she posts on the wall in the break room every week anyway.

A new General Manager recently came on at the restaurant and, as is to be expected, he has his own ideas of how things should be. Thus, he refers to me during meetings as:

- Lola Henschel

Every other week, however, I receive a paycheck and that check is made out to:

- Lola Hensel

I breathe a little sigh of relief every time I see this paycheck, and I take a moment to cherish the delightfully correct spelling of my name. So great is my gratitude that I am usually not saddened by the fact that said check is most often for zero dollars (this is normal for servers).

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Here ends the entry. I'm off to watch Lost!

Love,

Lola/Laura Cutter Hensel/Hansel/Jensen/Henschel

Yowchies!

I sat for about seven hours yesterday, with a couple of short breaks. The last hour was the hardest. There is now glorious color on my arm!

Right now I am killing time, waiting for the Comcast guy to come by and do something or other with our cable box. My lengthy "to do" list is comprised largely of tasks that involve leaving the house, but I'm stuck here as Mr. Comcast takes his sweet time.

Sweet, sweet time.

By the way, I love the phrase "killing time". Of all the ways we could get rid of time ("spending" time, letting time "slip away"), we often choose to kill it. Humans are a violent species.

Hello!

Wish me luck on my day of grand excitement...

In a few minutes I will slip into my walkin' shoes and begin heading downtown. I will grab breakfast along the way. I will spend whatever expanse of time exists between my downtown arrival and 1pm at the Peabody Essex Museum; it's one of my favorite places and, as a Salem resident, I get in for free.

Free!

Then, at 1:00, I will be meeting up with the lovely Molly McKinnon at Witch City Ink to get some more work done on my arm.

Since you are probably now wiping a tear from your eye because you are jealous of the awesomeness that lays before me, here is a picture to make you smile: