Monday morning in the office. Since my visiting friend of the wknd that just passed is a hairdresser, I sported gold lock curls in the office, something that received nice comments from my female co-workers, and a somewhat strange comment from my Chinese boss:
-Jonna!!! I’ve been looking at you this morning when you walk around and I have to say that you remind me of someone!
-Oh, who is that?
-Well do you remember this tall, blonde guy that used to work here 4 years ago? Just when you started?
-Yes, he also had curly hair… his name was… Juha! Even similar to yours!
-Eh… OK. Eh... thanks? Or....?
Then, 2 hours later during the compulsorily, everybody-needs-to-be-there Monday morning meeting.
Nobody came in late = nobody had to be told s/he looked fat/tired/sad. Wo-ho!
However, my curly hair must have made my boss slightly confused, because just as the meeting was about to close he said:
-Oh, and I’d like to welcome Johanna back here to the company!
-Eh… thank you, thank you. Although I was here last week too!
(…and my name is Jonna not Johanna, although I didn’t say that).
Later in the staff room during lunch an older lady actually asked me if my name was Jonna or Johanna. Lord!