So yesterday I did a thing that makes me feel... a bit smarmy.
I referred myself as Dr. Dad.
While making reservations for dinner.
To be fair, they wouldn't accept my reservation the first time I called. Strangely, when I called back they had room for me, but only after I introduced myself as a doctor. While I suppose it's possible that in the five minutes it took to call back there was a cancellation, but I think it might have something to do with me waving my title in the face of the hostess.
The problem I have is that I was always taught to be modest and humble. That everyone was equal. Maybe it's my Midwestern upbringing, but I feel that I should be noticed on the merit of my work and personal interactions, not the letters before or after my name. I sure as hell know that the piece of paper that will eventually be hanging on my office wall does not show what kind of person I am.
And yet I didn't hesitate to call myself "doctor" to ensure that my wife and I (the kids are being blissfully watched by a neighbor) have a needed night out.
And you know what? I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it helps me get what I want.
Have I changed? Or learned the system? I'm not sure I know.
And I honestly don't know if I want to know the answer to that question....