I think I have mentioned that my manager likes to make fun of the names of my friends.

He will say things like, “Oh, you have to have a fancy name to be friends with Leize Marie,” and always emphasizes the last syllable, “like Hol-LAND, McKen-NA, WilKES.”

However, he always seems to forget my roommates’ names are Katie and Brittany, and my bestie in Seattle is named Jessica.

Today in the office, we were discussing the un-readability of my name: Leize Marie Baschon. One of the secretaries suggested I hurry up and get married to take care of the problem. My Manager quickly chimed in to reveal an issue with this plan-

My Manager: Leize Marie is going to meet the man of her dreams, I mean PERFECT for her, and she won’t give him a chance because his name will be something like Tom or Bob. She has to date someone named Logan or Dakota

Everyone laughs.

My Manager: Yeah. Logan and Leize Marie. That sounds good. I just feel bad for the Toms and Johns that will never have a chance.