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His Name is Sammy

Whenever I introduce people to my boyfriend, they're always confused. I introduce him as Sammy, and they stand there for a moment awkwardly trying to figure out if that's what they should actually refer to him as. I'm here to set the record straight, his name is Sammy. Well, legally it's Samuel but he goes by Sammy. No, it's not some pet name I call him by. Yes, it's what he tells his boss, co-workers, and professors to call him when they first meet. His name is Sammy. That's something I've always loved about him, it's so unique. I'd never met a Sammy before I met him.


Speaking of Senor Sammy, I'm so proud of him! He's been to two job interviews in the last week. The first one was for a bank teller job, and the second was at Dish Network. After going to the bank interview, he was a bit worried about how to fit school in. So we were counting on Dish. Well, he gets into the interview and they ask him about his availability. He flat up said that he can't work Sundays. The guy interviewing him was from the singles ward we went to for a little bit, and he said that in all honesty, he'd have to work Sundays at Dish. So that was that. Sammy isn't even considering it anymore. He'll find something else that works. (Banks are always closed on Sundays. . . . ) 

It makes me so proud that he didn't even consider for a second working on Sunday. That's something that I struggled with when applying for jobs. I knew that I had a lesser chance of getting hired if I said I didn't want to work Sundays, which makes me so grateful for the job I have now which isn't an issue at all, the bookstore isn't open Sundays. I'm so proud that Sammy has made a commitment to keep the Sabbath day holy even though at this moment he isn't able to attend church. I feel a huge worry off my chest knowing that I won't have to fight for him to come to church with me on Sundays. It's something he's already decided and I know he'll be blessed for it. 

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  1. JeanetteJune 6, 2013 at 6:03 AM

    Matt worked at a bank when we were in college. It was his favorite job. Bankers hours are prime!

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