My friends at work have adopted a new name for me, Sr. Mary Jean. This refers to my obsession with following the rules, no matter how stupid they are. Since there seems to be no way around this little facet of my personality, I’ve decided to embrace it. I’m sure it has something to do with a mistake in my potty training, so I guess I’ll just have to live with it.
Now, it’s one thing to always need to do things the right way, quite another to harp on others to do so; I try to temper that end of it, unfortunately sometimes without much success.
When I was in second grade, my sister and brother called me “Prudence”. It was neither a positive nor endearing term. When I was in eighth grade and was a synchronized swimmer, there was an award ceremony where everyone received a made-up award. Mine was something like, “to Mary, the only person she’s harder with than her teammates is herself.” I guess old habits die hard.
Speaking of habits, I guess Sr. Mary Jean fits. God bless her and those she works and lives with!