Like Beyonce, I have an alter ego as well. Beyonce’s alter ego Sasha Fierce is sensual and more aggressive, but my alter ego Juj is offbeat and gets into many facepalm moments.
I have been given many nicknames over the years – including Romeo, Jules, Julsie, Julie (which I hate), Juj, and Juju. Somehow, Juj became a separate identity. You can’t really describe her, but you know Juj is here when you hear a story or witness a situation.
Some examples from just this week:
Monday, August 7, 2017
I went to the kitchen and pulled out my French press, and parts of the glass shattered. Why? How? What? I don’t know cause I haven’t had my coffee yet.
Instead, I use my on-the-go coffee cup which has a filter system inside. I go to my car, take off the lid and put it on the little table between the two front seats, and it got stuck. *facepalm*
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
I forgot to bring my coffee cup back from the office, so I wasn’t able to make any coffee this morning. It was annoying because (1) I need my damn coffee, and (2) I had enough coffee for ONE CUP LEFT. I get this weird high when I finish using up long-term items, such as a bag of coffee or a bottle of lotion. It’s like a mini success of not wasting things.
I walk out the front door with my stuff, but I realized I forgot ALL my keys right when BOOM! the door slammed. ALL. MY. KEYS. My car keys and my apartment keys… all my keys.
Roommate #1 was at home an hour away from Boston because she had jury duty. I assumed that Roommate #2 wouldn’t be back until after work because she was in New York for the weekend and probably stayed at her boyfriend’s place for the night like she usually does. I called the management office, but they weren’t open for another 2 hours, and I had a meeting in 1.5 hours… except my work laptop is at the office, which I can’t get to because I don’t have my car keys. I tried catching a ride with a nearby coworker, but he left already. OH, WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO DO, JUJ!
All of a sudden I hear, “shirt, you scared the crap out of me!” And guess who it is? ROOMMATE #2! Her mom bought her a bunch of meat so she wanted to drop it off at the apartment before going to work. I almost shed a tear of gratitude and had to fight back my urge to tackle hug her and show my appreciation.
Then my coworker hops in my car because we went to Chick Fil A for lunch, and he takes a bobby pin I left in the other cup holder, and 10 seconds later… my coffee cup and coffee cup lid are reunited once again.
Do you guys have any alter egos? If so, what is it’s name and what is it like? Let me know in the comments below!