My name is..

A lady manager of a big reputed office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into her office.
” What is your name?” was the first thing she asked the new guy.
“John ,” the new guy replied.

She scowled, “Look… I don’t know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked before, but I don’t call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority.
I refer to my employees by their last name only … Smith, Jones, Baker …that’s all.

I am to be referred to only as Mrs. Robertson. Now that we got that straight,   what is your last name?”
The new guy sighed, “Darling………… My name is John Darling.”

” Okay John, the next thing I want to tell you is . . . “

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