China all the way to New York

Day 6 of M's business trip to Hong Kong...but he's coming home any minute! It was just weird to have him be on the other side of the world, literally. Every night when we spoke before I went to bed, he was in the middle of morning meetings. I did continually ask him, "So what does Tuesday look like? Am I going to enjoy it? Did you get the lottery numbers already?" You know, important stuff. I think he's jetlagged beyond words right now, although thankfully he had some pretty awesome business class seats that recline fully flat.

Say my name, say my name...

Apparently, my name is quite confusing to people from other countries. And some Americans even seem to have trouble with it.

Since I started working at the United Nations, I have been called "Befany," "Stephanie," "Beverly" (which was really appalling, because that guy is an American whom I emailed many times and had multiple conversations with, and was formally introduced to - what's it going to take?!), and my personal favorite mistaken name of all time, "Daphne." I'm kind of digging Daphne. Maybe she could be my alter ego? One of the guys I work with says that when things don't get done, we should all just blame it on Beverly. "Wasn't Beverly supposed to do that?" "Is Beverly even IN today?"

To say nothing of the 2 men so far who have referred to me over email as "Mr." Repeatedly.

Daphne is getting a little irritated. As is בֵּית עַנְיָה.