Unfiltered Story #191495

I worked at a large grocery store last summer and in the back wall near the loading docs was a board with our names written and what section of the loading line we would be working. Our supervisor being the joker that he is gives everyone nicknames but only I answered to mine. He began writing my given nickname, “daisy”, instead of my real name on the board. At first I went along, eventually becoming use to the inside joke being an everyday occurrence. eventually the whole store got in on it. Everyone except the store manager so when I moved to the front end as a cashier, the store manager didn’t realize that “daisy” was a nickname and that I was in fact a male. I still get called daisy when I shop there.