Say My Name

Imagine this scenario:

You are at work and a coworker calls your name over and over and over and over and over.... You catch my drift. 

And when you turn and say "yes, coworker, how may I help you?" They say nothing in response. This scenario repeats several times an hour. 

You begin to think that this is less a job and more some type of research into a new form of psychological torture. 

So eventually instead of responding politely and civilly you end up turning and shouting "What, coworker?! What do you want?" And still all he wants is to say your name. Like you're Beyoncé or something. 

And this is to say nothing of the other coworker who is happily doing his job and ignoring you until you need to accomplish anything at all when all of the sudden he can't live without your undivided attention. 

And the best part of all is that this volunteer work. You chose it and you don't get paid. 

Welcome to stay at home parenthood.