Well, I Guess It’s Close Enough
This morning, I decided to splurge a little bit and went to Starbucks for a coffee. Since I ordered a latte, they asked me for my name. On arriving back at my desk, I noticed they had gotten my name wrong. Swing and a miss, folks.
But it got me thinking: what’s clear as day to me, may not be so clear to others. I see and spell my name all the time… but maybe not so for others out there. I’ve given my name before at a restaurant, only for someone to write it down as “Phyllis.” Should I have blamed that error on the server? Or on myself, for not enunciating clearly? Maybe it was my long hair, or… what I was wearing?
As I went about my morning routine at my desk, I thought a lot about assumptions and the things we take for granted.
An additional story: while waiting around for my coffee to be made, I happened across this quotation:
Something about that phrase stuck with me, and it’s been rumbling around in my head all day. I did a little digging, and the phrase is attributed to Dennis Wholey, who seems like he might be some kind of self-help author? I don’t know anything at all about him or his work, but I liked this phrase a lot.
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What a lovely post for today.Liz (January 23, 2014 at 11:04 am)