Went to the Indian restaurant near my office for some lunch-time take-out and, barely in the door, I heard the owner behind the counter shout: “Beef thali to go!” to his co-worker in the back. That’s how I’m known there – “Beef thali to go.”
At the Vietnamese place near my house, I”m known as “Number 95 to go.”
For Swiss Chalet and the Thai place near my office, I tend to mix it up – and at least one of the folks at the Thai place (Ivy) knows me by my first name.
At work, I’m “Proofreader.” At the theatre, I’m “bloggergal” or “scenic artist” – at least lately. Sometimes “actor” or “playwright.”
With family, I’m daughter, sister, aunt and Godmother.
And, I imagine I’ve been called things that I can’t publish here.
At various times in my life, I’ve also been girlfriend, lover, partner.
All of these things are me – to varying degrees. Facets. We all have ’em.
My mother also sometimes calls me “Diamond in the rough.”