and had a nametag on

anonymous asked:

So I was at a big conference the past four days for school and I went to starbucks to get something to drink before an event so I had a nametag with my dead name on it. The guy at the counter asked for a name and I told him the name I go by. (Rowen) but he completely ignored me and wrote my deadname on the cup. He also ignored me when I tried to correct him. How do I handle people like this? I was really upset by it.

Don’t sweat the small stuff. You are not going to see this man again, if you want you can go to his manger and say hey I asked him to write a different name on my cup and he didn’t. You might get a free drink but odds are this dude hates his job, has been taking a million orders that day and is just use to looking up, writing the name that’s on your name tag and moving the line.

Some people aren’t trying to misgender you, some people aren’t trying to offend you, they just aren’t thinking.

I would not even let it bother you. Did he purposely misgender you? Probably not? Did he write something offensive on your cup? Nope. Did he get your drink wrong? Nope. 

If it were to keep happening I would complain but don’t let something so small ruin your day. I wouldn’t even think twice about it.

I know people are going to complain about this advice and be like oh you should care, you should go yell to the manger. Dude, sometimes people just don’t give a fuck, this world is crappy enough, let it go. 

People call me Kate all the time still because it’s on my ID even when I tell them Kyle because they are just trying to get through their day and not paying enough attention.

It’s coffee.

Kyle

Daily Occurrences.

Me (going through long spiel about stroke prevention with medications): …So we’re going to start you on a new medicine to help lower your cholesterol.

Patient: Those pills are poison. They cause heart attacks and liver failure and bladder cancer and muscle damage. I’m not putting that in my body.

Me (thinking): yet you continue to smoke a pack a day…

Me: well, that’s up to you of course, but I wouldn’t prescribe it if I didn’t think the benefit was greater than the risk for you. You’ve already had 2 TIAs this week. Your risk of having a stroke in the near future is pretty high, and this can help lower your risk. 

Patient: Well I don’t believe you. Your job is to try to sell me medicines. Your job is to push pills. My job is to be smart and know what I’m putting in my body. I don’t even know you!

Me: I totally agree that you should know what you’re putting in your body. I also believe you should understand the risks and potential benefits of your medicines so you can make a more informed decision.

Patient: Well whether I take your medicine or not is not up to you. It’s none of your business. That’s between me and my DOCTOR. 

Patient’s daughter: Mama, she IS your doctor.

Patient: (quiet)… oh… umm…. well… I guess I owe you an apology? I thought you were a regular hospital worker. Are you sure you’re old enough to be a doctor?  Let me see your nametag. Well I guess you know what you’re talking about then. I guess I’ll take the meds. Now let’s talk about my blood pressure pills…

Me: 

anonymous asked:

okay im a feminine trans dude right, well i have james on my nametag and i dont know why people call me janie???? like come on i know i look like a girl but why would they assume my nametag had a typo or something ????

Short Short Story; Magic Night

“This is so exciting!” giggled Jamming Waves, “My first Magic event, and with you guys!” 

It was early evening, the sun had just begun to meet with the horizon, the periwinkle unicorn was accompanied by a raccoon and a scarecrow pony. The trio were headed to a local hobby shop; Games & Stuff. Sitting outside the unassuming store was a smiling bronze sable statue. 

“What’s with this thing?” Jamming asked, stopping in front of the sculpture. 

“Nopony knows.” Scary explained as she passed through the store’s glass doors, “Been out here for years.” 

When Jamming leaned in to take a closer look at the little bronze marten, he noticed it had a little bronze nametag reading, “Charlotte.” 

With a shrug, the periwinkle unicorn decided to ignore the strange theories buzzing about in his head and joined the others inside. There he encountered a herd of ponies gathered around tables in the middle of the store, all there to play a card game. Sprinkled among the candy-colored equines were woodland critters, from raccoons to mice, also there to play. 

“Now just be careful.” Maine warned him. “A few of these guys can be a bit competitive.” 

“Like that guy?” Jamming asked, gesturing toward a large blue earth pony with a stern look on his face. 

“No, that’s Dave. He’s harmless.” Maine said, pointing at another table. “We’re talking about her.”

Sitting at that table was a small, green lizard-thing with a bulb on her back. She was wearing a pair of dark shades and a big brown sunhat. From her bulb were a pair of vines that held onto her cards. They weren’t sure what happened, but the pony she was playing against started yelling something about “the stack”. 

“Morph doesn’t use the stack!” the cabbage-lizard screeched, slamming her stubby forelegs on the table.  

“We try to avoid her.” Scary chimed in. 

“There’s one more player you should look out for.” Maine added, directing Jamming attention to a table at the back of the store. At the table was a marigold unicorn with an aquamarine mane. She wore a yellow hoodie, a purple skirt, and black tights underneath. The enchanting unicorn confidently scanned the table of cards. What struck Jamming the most was the obvious lack of cards on her opponent’s side. “And since you can’t block Numot, I’ll destroy your last two lands.” she said, a confident smirk curling on her face. “Want to keep going?” 

“We call her The Devastator.” Maine said, jotting down notes for his next Magic short story. 

@scarecrows-n-such @chance-of-chaos @askmisspikafu @magicjudge @ask-glittershell

OKAY GUYS SO LAST NIGJT I HAD A PUN PARTY WHERE EVERYONE CAME AS LITERAL WALKING PUNS AND IT WAS THE GREATEST THING AND I DODNT ANTICIPATE HOW GOOD MY COSTUME WAS GONNA BE BECAUSE I HAD A NAMETAG THAT SAYS HI MY NAME IS LIFE AND I WAS HANDING OUT LEMONS TO EVERYBODY WHICHG WASNT ECONOMICALLY FEASIBLE BECAUSE OF THE FACT THAT LEMONS ARE $6.999 A KILO SO I ONLY GOT A FEW SO I RAN OUT REALLY FAST AND THEN I JUST KINDA GOT IN PEOPLES WAY ALL NIGHT BECAUSE LIFE GETS IN THE WAY AND I PUSHED PEOPLE OBER BECAUSE LIFE GETS YOU DOWN AND I HAD AN AWKWARD ERECTION AT ONE POINT BECAUSE LIFE GETS HARD BUT YA KNOW WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS HAHA GOOD ONE DYLAN

every time some guy i don’t know calls me by name at work (bc of my nametag) i’m like weirdly creeped out i had a weird small talk convo with some guy i didn’t know who was like “you closing tonight? hope it goes by quickly” which is like nice but the tone around it seemed forced and weird and i was genuinely like he’s gonna wait outside of this store at close and wait for me to come out and then kill me

I was so horribly burnt she had no clue I was her husband-except there was a nametag on my arm. And she bent down and kissed what was left of my face. She looked me in my good eye and said, ‘I want you to know, I really love you. Welcome home, baby.’
—  Dave Roever, US Navy veteran who suffered burns to almost fifty percent of his body when a white phosphorus grenade he was throwing exploding in his hand. Excerpt from Conversations with Vietnam Heroes Volume 1 by Mack W. Payne.

willteacupgraham

The chart said the patient in room 103 was dangerous, but Hannibal was skeptical. The last patient marked ‘dangerous’ had been catatonic, no more able to attack than to speak or move unaided.

St. Catherine’s Hospital was being shut down, and apparently not before time. The conditions were appalling, and the stories some of the patients had to share made it sound like they’d have had better luck on the street. Hannibal was one of the doctors going through and evaluating patients for release or transfer. He wore jeans and a sweater. He had no nametag and carried no clipboard. It was best to look as little like a doctor as possible, for the sake of everyone’s nerves.

He knocked gently on the door and opened it to see a thin, pale young man, hardly more than a boy. The padded walls reeked of urine and old sweat. It wasn’t clear when the patient had been allowed to bathe.

“Hello,” he said. “My name is Hannibal. Are you Will Graham?”

I don’t often get to wear my costumes outside of convention settings, but this past Halloween I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. I went to school dressed as Lara Croft, which went great. Some of my classmates were dressed up, too. Then it was time to head to my job. Lucky for me, my boss was kind enough to let me wear my costume during my shift (closing) so long as I had my nametag. He also made me greeter for the night. The faces of all our customers lit up when they saw a video game icon there to greet them as they entered the store. It was one of the best times I spent in cosplay outside of a convention setting.
9271) I'm out at work, and my nametag has my chosen name.

A customer told me “sucks you had to be [my chosen name] today, huh?” Evidently he thought I was a guy and had forgotten my nametag and had to borrow one from a “real” girl. I didn’t feel like correcting him.

The (After)Life of the Party || Closed AU RP

Cori frowned at her reflection as she passed the darkly tinted window of academic buildings. She was sandwiched in a herd of people dressed identically to her - shorts and a cookie-cutter shirt dressed in the schools color. A sneer etched its way across her face, permanently set into her features. The nametag on her chest had been scribbled out with marker, the wearer wanting no one to know her legal name. Instead, “Cori” had been scrawled in her loopy cursive underneath.

Thankful to be shooed into the air conditioned recreation building, she followed the directions of a far too peppy student volunteer to a group of people seated in a circle. Her body flopped into an empty chair and she studied her fellow students. They were all clutching their bags to their chests with excited smile, and she followed suit, sans grin.

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