Got Some Snazzmatazz

, , , , , , | Working | July 29, 2018

(My manager has just come up to my desk at work. I’m 17, although have a few very high-up responsibilities that make much of the management staff view me as an adult.)

Manager: “Once you have finished all of the empty packaging write-offs, give me a ring and I’ll give you your gift card from head office.”

Me: “Oh, snazzy! Thanks, I won’t be too much longer with these.”

(The manager then smiles, and begins to walk away. Suddenly, his face screws up slightly, and he turns back to face me.)

Manager: “Did you just say, ‘snazzy’? I love that word!”

Me: “It is my favourite word; I say it a little too often.”

Manager: “It’s my favourite word, too, now. Thank you!”

(He then smiles again and leaves. Later, I go to collect the gift card from his office:)

Manager: “I think it’s only $10, but hey, I’m not complaining about free money.”

Me: *absentmindedly* “Yeah, snazzy. Thank you! See you tomorrow.”

(I then realise I said, “snazzy,” yet again in his presence, and I probably sound childish.)

Me: “Oh, sorry. I really need to stop saying, ‘snazzy.’”

Manager: “No, never stop. Keep being you, and rock the word ‘snazzy,’ darl’.”

(Now, whenever I say, ‘snazzy,’ I think of this exchange!)

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