tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post1584917527241313978..comments2023-10-26T05:49:59.824-04:00Comments on Reflections of a Grady Doctor: Reflections from a Thursday at Grady - What's in a name?gradydoctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-17744650788205934712009-09-13T14:52:46.627-04:002009-09-13T14:52:46.627-04:00Hmmm, so that's where I get that from??? LOL!...Hmmm, so that's where I get that from??? LOL! People always laugh at me when I take them to games at the Staples Center. I always address the security people & the folks working at the concession stands by the names on their badges. I know the security guards at work, and I know the janitors. My co-workers always say, "Darlene, you know everybody!" When the truth is, I walk by these people almost everyday, and it was just strange to me to not know their names & say hello. My seven years in the south conditioned me to say hello/good morning/afternoon to just about everyone I encounter... so I feel better saying, "Hello, Maria!" to the janitor on our floor or "Good morning, Quiana!" to the guard at the front desk.<br /><br />Great post!djdjd04https://www.blogger.com/profile/11505371470238707568noreply@blogger.com