She once borrowed my charger for an entire week!
So when it happened again the following Tuesday, I corrected her and got the same “Oh my god, I’m terrible with names!” routine. But when it happened again two weeks later, all in front of colleagues, I knew it wasn’t about memory.
And yet, every single time she did it, it was only when others were watching — never in private.
Always after I had made a point, shared a report, or corrected an error. It was like clockwork.
I’d speak, she’d smile, and then she’d follow it up with: “Oh yes! I totally agree, honey.
What’s your name again?”
If I shared an idea, she’d repeat it, then call me “girl,” as if we were at brunch instead of work!
I started dreading meetings.
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