Sammi, Samboy, S-Man, S-Meister, Samuel, Sam....
During the week before last I lost my name badge and I did not anticipate for one second the kind of reaction I would attract. I mean what's in a name badge? Does a name maketh the man or vice versa? What was both surprising and endearing were the amount of customers that actually said "That isn't your name!" "Where has your name gone?" and the what not.
Some examples..........from the customers
"Your not Sammi!"
"Have you changed your name?"
"Thank you Sammi! Your the best, from now on I will ask for Sammi"
"I am convinced that you are really a secret agent constantly changing identities, I mean how is anyone this enthusistic about working at a service station?"
"I hope that you are doing Sammi justice by wearing his name badge"
"Now that you are the new Sammi, where is the Sammi you replaced"
There was atleast a few hundred people by the end of the week that asked about the name badge and this gave me the determination to find my old name badge again. I had to scour the entire house, I looked through every corner, under every chair/couch, inside of the drawers, inside the doghouse even. I couldn't find it. I had to admit my friends, I looked toward the pale white ceiling and saw my destiny if I didn't find that badge. It would have been a boring, monotanous existence of constant asking of "You're not Sammi" or perhaps it would mean that I would have to become Sammi.
But luckily a day before my shift my mother came to me and said she found my name badge, it was in my other shirt, my lucky shirt (No.3 of 20). Ah, I felt so happy and relieved. I can't believe I didn't look inside of my lucky shirt, thats where I always keep it! I was not wearing that particular shirt that week. Horray...
What would Dr.Seuss think?
But while all this was occuring, I thought to myself....where is Sammi? I only met the man once, and he was great. He reminded me of one of the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz....but it seems he has disappeared from the world. But that is a whole different mystery. But folks that was my story of my lost badge and life as Sammi for a week. Have a good weekend, whatever remains of it.
Yours Sincerely,
Altug Kayi
During the week before last I lost my name badge and I did not anticipate for one second the kind of reaction I would attract. I mean what's in a name badge? Does a name maketh the man or vice versa? What was both surprising and endearing were the amount of customers that actually said "That isn't your name!" "Where has your name gone?" and the what not.
Some examples..........from the customers
"Your not Sammi!"
"Have you changed your name?"
"Thank you Sammi! Your the best, from now on I will ask for Sammi"
"I am convinced that you are really a secret agent constantly changing identities, I mean how is anyone this enthusistic about working at a service station?"
"I hope that you are doing Sammi justice by wearing his name badge"
"Now that you are the new Sammi, where is the Sammi you replaced"
There was atleast a few hundred people by the end of the week that asked about the name badge and this gave me the determination to find my old name badge again. I had to scour the entire house, I looked through every corner, under every chair/couch, inside of the drawers, inside the doghouse even. I couldn't find it. I had to admit my friends, I looked toward the pale white ceiling and saw my destiny if I didn't find that badge. It would have been a boring, monotanous existence of constant asking of "You're not Sammi" or perhaps it would mean that I would have to become Sammi.
But luckily a day before my shift my mother came to me and said she found my name badge, it was in my other shirt, my lucky shirt (No.3 of 20). Ah, I felt so happy and relieved. I can't believe I didn't look inside of my lucky shirt, thats where I always keep it! I was not wearing that particular shirt that week. Horray...
What would Dr.Seuss think?Yours Sincerely,
Altug Kayi
