From Detroit news:
FLINT TOWNSHIP, Mich. — A Mid-Michigan woman said she was fired for taking part in Take Your Child to Work Day, but her employer said she ignored company policy.
Now, Qwerda Evans is out of a job and the company is standing by its decision.
“I’ve always gone above and beyond for this company, and for them to do this after eleven years,” said Evans.
When TV5 went to her former place of employment, Check ‘N Go in Flint Township, a sign now advertises an opening for her old job.
Evans said her daughter had been welcomed with open arms three or four times, but the last time wasn’t so welcoming. She received a pink slip. Evans’ 11-year-old daughter, Precious, witnessed the firing on Take Your Child To Work Day . . .
I’m posting this not to talk about the stupidity of a woman bringing her kid without permission to her job as a grocery store cashier. I just wanted to talk about her name.
How does that conversation go?
“Aww, honey, look at our baby girl. She’s beautiful.”
“She is. We need a beautiful name to belong to such a beautiful baby.”
“Something unique. I know just the thing. I was working at my job, just staring at my keyboard, when it hit me.”
“No, a name!”
“Oh. What is it?”
“A name? It’s something used to identify a specific person so you don’t have to just point at them and say ‘Hey, you.'”
“No, what name did you come up with?”
“Qwerty. You want to call our daughter fucking Qwerty?”
“Yeah! It’s unique and nobody will ever forget her name!”
“But . . Qwerty? Are you hearing yourself?”
“You’re an idiot, woman. Qwerty is obviously a boy’s name! We’ll call her Qwerda instead.”
“Oh, baby, good idea! I’ll go call the kids and tell them the news.”
“Okay. Tell Yuiopete and Asdfella that I love them.”