Perils

In spite of theoretically having today off of work, I still managed to get called into my job for a...wait for it...photo shoot. My lovely face, and those of my co-workers, will grace the pages of the company's catalogs that get sent out to perverts, wierdos and regular people all around the world. There's also a habit of keeping the same company picture in the catalog for a decade or so. There was a girl who worked at the company for a week (magically, the week of the company picture) in 2000 and was still in this year's catalog. Assuming that I leave that job before 2016, my visage will continue there long after I do. I think that was a proper use of "visage" in a sentence.

I worked at ticket center in college (like a local version of Ticketmaster) and the VERY first order of business was to create a "phone name." This is because there are a lot of perverts, wierdos and regular people in this world and our employer wanted us not to get stalked, raped, or otherwise damaged after taking phone orders all evening. I was Julie. It was a lovely name and I did have some creepy ass wierdos who called up from time to time.

I keep this in mind at my day job as I answer the phone as Erin and will now have my picture in a catalog identified as Erin (I was going to be Mathilda, or Samantha, or Julie but it sounds like fake names are not an option). We currently sometimes have a little problem with "Phone Stalkers" and I'm a bit uncomfortable adding to this. On the other hand, if I refused to be in the catalog, millions of masturbatory fantasies could go unfulfilled.

An Erinku:
pant flap
doesn't hide
forgotten
zipper