100th POST!

This is my 100th post!
I'm telling myself Congratulations! You know those annoying little pop-ups that say... CONGRATULATIONS YOU JUST WON! In some annoying little voice, that is what I am thinking of.

Today was the second day of work early in the morning. Me and Phillip cleaned the bathrooms on our own after Neil left. Good old Neil, I'm glad he's gone. Sorry Neil if you read this post, I don't even know your last name and I frankly didn't even know you existed. Everytime I close my eyes I fall alseep. Seriously, my head will go down and I just kind of fall asleep.
I don't think I can last that long here in the office today, I might have to go home around 12:30. Heck, I don't even know if I can last that long. Maybe I can go home for a nap and then come back. That would be nice. That sounds like a plan to me. I think I might head out at 11, that is in 20 minutes.

Now this is getting off topic.. or is it.

People call me Jess. I don't have a problem with it, but somehow (I know I've blogged about this before) I consider it an invasion of privacy, bubble, or space.

When people call me Jess without my permission it either says:
1. We're friends and you feel comfortable enough to call me Jess
2. They might think I go by Jess all the time, but I don't. I was given the name Jessica.
or
3. They are just too lazy to say all of the syllables that make up my name.

If I've known you for a long time and we grew up together, sure, feel free to call me Jess. If you are my Mother, Aunt, Grandma, Cousin, Uncle, or any other member of my immediate/extended family you are more than welcome to call me Jess.

I don't know why it bothers me, I just think it's an overstepping of boundary or crossing into a different territory when someone calls me Jess. Eventually I get used to it, so don't think you've offended me.

Jess implies a level of comfort. How do you know I feel the same about you?