The End of My Day

After a long day of sorting, helping, installing, and labeling...
I head off to a two hour meeting at 3:30...
Intent on discussing all matters of techie things and planning for the next year...
Prior to this I did the obligatory food run for the group... Which was fun since I had the grand opportunity to sign someone else's name for the tab, and being that this name was Jeff, I was expecting some looks. I did my best to practice a few times on my list of requests before heading up to the counter and inadvertently set it down on the counter when discussing the selections with the cashier. He never batted an eyelash. Thanks Jeff...
No problem...

I thought back to all the times I had signed my dad's name on the random official documents that passed my way. Sheets of paper littering my living room covered with the same inscription. Cursing the Letter B for taunting me in my efforts to achieve perfection in my craft. To come across the scene one might think I was apprenticing to become a counterfit specialist.

But signing for others has been a long standing tradition in our home. I used to resent that when I was little... The few opportunities for me to sign my name were always looked forward to and I felt a little passed over when in the name of efficiency my dad would sign for me...

I guess we are even now, since getting through the year requires about 9 signatures... Standing in various lines with my forged paper work, I always assume everyone is on to me... Just my constant level of paranoia kicking in...

Get Santana...

But some how I manage to make it through the lines and try to contain my urge to grab my freshly approved contracts and run flying out the doors... I almost did a cartwheel the last time... Since these things should never be this easy.

So another identity assumed for the day. And it is always a thrill to be someone else, even just for a moment.