Mr. Pharaon

On Monday my new summer design intern started at work. She's a very nice girl named Nichole who's going into her last semester in design school at Texas State Technical College in Waco, and so far she's doing a pretty good job. Except for one thing...

She keeps calling me "Mr. Pharaon."

I let it go the first time she called me that. The next time I politely said, "just call me James." But finally, I just had to tell her: "Look - Mr. Pharaon is that crazy old guy down the street who won't let the kids play in his yard. I'm James. Just James."

Although, a "your highness" every now and again wouldn't be so bad...