Christy

There was a girl that used to work at the firm. Her name was Christy.  She left right before I started for one of our west coast offices, but from what I hear, she was about 6 feet tall, 110lbs, and blonde. I know… not really what you would think as a typically CPA.  Christy had a lot of the same clients that I have now.  I’ve been with the firm for almost five years, and I can’t really pinpoint when this started happening, but there’s a lady at one of my clients that thinks I’m Christy.  I’m not really sure how this is possible, since, while I may be blonde, I’m barely 5’5”, and I’m certainly not 110lbs.  I mean, she wears glasses, so maybe she needs to up her prescription or something.  But nonetheless, it’s been happening now for a while.  Too long.  Too long now to ever tell her that, “No, my name is not Christy, but I’ve been pretending to go along with that absurd idea now for 4 years”.  The bad part… EVERYONE at the client knows who I am (the real me… not the fake Christy me). So I’m terrified now, that we’re going to pass each other in the hall, the bathroom, the lunch room, etc., and someone, like the CFO, is going to hear her call me Christy.  How do I explain that? I should have just nipped this one in the bud. But now, what was a tiny snowflake of a mistake, has snowballed into something way bigger than any avalanche.  Ugh. The bad part is – she’s SO nice, which makes this worse, because I know she’s ALWAYS going to say something to me when we see each other.

I dreamt last night that I was in the early school classrooms section of my old school.  My mom’s previous co-worker (mom used to be an early school assistant) was there too.  I was writing my to-do list on the chalkboard. (This is too funny. Or kind of sick, depending on how you look at it… I can’t seem to get away from work. It doesn’t matter if I’m awake or dreaming, I’m always thinking about what’s on my giant to-do list). After I finish the list, me and my mom’s co-worker walk out of the classroom, and there we run into her.  And of course, she called me Christy.  Luckily no one heard it but me.  I have been spared another day… meanwhile the snowball keeps growing!