I do not like the sound of my name.

I am back. This will be short but not so sweet. I am beginning to hate the sound of my own name. I used to like my name, now not so much. It is not the name per se, but how it is used by others. That is the only way I really hear my name. It is used to either impose upon me or tell me "what to do" and "how to do it". I do not like that.

Back a couple of decades, I would work for my father. I am not sure how much actual work was involved but as I got older the work was more involved. Anyway, he had a woman who worked there (she was wonderful as both employee and person by the way) who had been with him for ever. I would have been fired if she had requested it so that should tell you the pecking order in the business (I am just documenting that because it was so and it was as it should be). She would say to me "Dave, please..." which was always a request to do something. I always did it, but cringed every time I heard "Dave, please" in her raspy voice (she was a life long smoker, who is now dead). For a time there I really thought she thought my name was "Dave Please".

I am hearing it again from another voice. I do not like it. I guess this is how it is in the real world (which is not the world inside my head in which I reside or at least seem to prefer to reside). Oh well, that is life.

That is my thought for the day. I am beginning to loathe my name or at least hearing my name. Ciao!