When I was in my professional fuck-up days and faced some pretty serious shit I heard a whole lot of "Mrs. Bluehick" this and "Mrs. Bluechick" that. Like, "Mrs. Bluechick, how do you plead?" kind of stuff. It was horrible. I now have everyone address me by my first name. Everyone at work. All my contacts at work. All our clients. EVERYONE!
The professional fuck-up shit is behind me now and I thought I was healing and kind of over it.
So today I got a phone call from and attorney who was responding to a letter I SENT HIM. He got on the phone and said, "Mrs. Bluechick, this is attorney John Something." And then there was a long pause which felt like an eternity and he finally said that he was responding to my letter. Holy shit! My heart almost pounded through my chest. Did he have to pause so long? I thought I was in trouble again! But this time I hadn't done anything!
Looks like I still have some residual issues there. Oy.