I think this is so cute! Sorry, had to share it
If you are like me, you have a special attachment to your name. I’m proud of my name. My name stands for ME. I hear my name and it is who I am. There is only one me. I would never change my name. For anyone. Period. In my world, my name represents who I am at any given moment.My name isn’t just a name… it is me.
My name is Tammy. Not Tamara. I don’t have a problem with the name Tamara. One of my best friends is named Tamara. I know two Tamaras as a matter of fact. But my name isn’t Tamara. It’s T A M M Y. Also, not Tami or Tammi. Once again, I’m fine with those spellings. It is who they are. Just not me.
My mother named me after the movie from the 60’s Tammy and the Bachelor. And yes, many an older man has sung the song to me through the years. Definitely creepy when I was in my teens and early 20s.
Ok, now with that said. I have a great story to share. I’ve told this story many times and people think it is hilarious. And it is 100% true.
It was around 1994, I was a 27/28-year-old Store Manager for Home Depot. One night while working late, the phone operator popped his head in my office and said that I was going to love this call. A woman was on the phone, freaking out and wanted to speak to THEE Store Manager.
I told him no problem, just shoot her over. He said you might regret it, then laughed as he left to go transfer the call.
Here is what happened next…
ME: Hi, this is Tammy how can I help you?
CRAZY LADY: Who is this? (with a mean tone)
ME: This is Tammy, how can I help you?
CRAZY LADY: I want to speak to the Store Manager! (even more irritated)
ME: Ma’am, my name is Tammy and I’m the Store Manager how can I help you? (trying to stay as nice as I can)
CRAZY LADY: You can’t be the store manager! I want to speak to the store manager!
ME: Ma’am, I promise you I am the store manager, how can I help you tonight? (now I’m starting to laugh inside)
CRAZY LADY: What is your name again?
ME: Ma’am, my name is Tammy, what can I do for you?
CRAZY LADY: That isn’t your name! What is your real name?
ME: Ma’am, my real name is Tammy how can I help you?
CRAZY LADY: WHAT IS THE NAME ON YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE!!!? (she punctuates each syllable in case I’m a little slow)
ME: (now a little irritated) Ma’am, my name is Tammy Adams and that is what is on my birth certificate. How can I help you today?
CRAZY LADY: Well you need to change it!
ME: (ok, I bite) Ma’am, why should I change it?
CRAZY LADY: No man is going to take you seriously with a name like that.
ME: (oh no you didn’t) Ma’am, I’ll keep that in mind, what can I do for you today? (before I say something I regret)
CRAZY LADY: You know, some people think I’m crazy, (some????) but I actually have an above average IQ. (you don’t say)
ME: That’s great, so ma’am what can I do for you today?
Twenty minutes into the call I learned she had a concern with the relocation of the store we were just starting. She felt the construction folks were about to create a massive catastrophe with the way they were building the berm for the dirt walls. I wont bore you with the rest of the story. But let’s just say this is how it ended….
CRAZY LADY: You know, you really should change your name.
ME: Yes ma’am, I’ll keep that in mind….
100% True Story – I Pinky Swear
Thank you crazy lady, for giving me one of the best stories I get to tell through the years. And maybe, just maybe, this phone call helped reinforce my passion for what my name is.
~~~till we laugh again~~~