Well at least according to the Vice President at work. At some point since I returned from maternity leave a couple of months ago I have become “Spaghetti Muncher”.
Not really sure why. Nobody else calls me “Spaghetti Muncher”. I don’t eat spaghetti at work (way to messy). Nor do I talk about spaghetti at work, although if asked I will rave about this fantastic Thai restaurant on Lygon St.
On the bright side I always know who it is on the phone now – he is one of those people that never identifies themselves on the phone. His “G’day Spaghetti Muncher” tells me everything.
But Spaghetti Muncher……
Don’t know how I feel about this situation. Maybe I should start a ‘ask the spaghetti muncher’ thread so I can earn my new nick.