Receiving a lot of crap at work.

So while I was in Texas, my friend Mario was staying with friends there, but had to stay with me one night at the hotel because they could not accomodate him that night. The hotel was gracious and brought him up a rollaway bed to sleep in as a guest, but when he called the front desk for something, they referred to him as "Mr. Wyatt", assuming he was my husband. LOL! We got a good laugh about that, and I called him by that name the rest of the trip. Well, Mario works for me, I am his boss. Work caught wind of this story and have now changed his name plate accordingly. OMG, the director of my department was laughing her ass off this morning, especially when I said, "Yeah, he is really my bitch now."