So maybe 3-4 months ago I was sifting through the office mail. I sort through it because it is usually a bunch of checks from people paying their invoices, and that is my department. Well in there on that day was a letter addressed to Manuela Martinez. There is no one at my office with this name, but the address was for our office, so it didn't just get delivered to the wrong place. It sat on my desk for a couple days, because I knew mail fraud is for sure a federal offense. But it was kind of my name... (I am still legally Natalie Martinez, I haven't made time to change it ever...)
Plus the letter came from prison, so I figured someone was requesting me to bake a cake with a file in it to help them escape. Based upon their crimes, I'd consider it. (no I wouldn't.)
I googled it, and this is totally from prison.
I'm sure he meant Natalie...
Obviously I opened it.
And drats, it was all in Spanish.
No hablo Espanol :\
Enter Tony, our IT guy and also resident Spanish language interpreter of the office.
Turns out, this is a love letter!
I took the letter home to show Aaron, and inform him that I have a new prison boyfriend.
And also that he can start calling me Manuela from here on out.
So we had a good laugh about it, and occasionally I'll wonder about my prison boyfriend if prison happens to come up in conversation.
So today while I was
Well what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Manuela Martinez, right there in my inbox?!!
(she was emailing me regarding an accounting issue her company was having)
So now I have an ethical dilemma...was this letter intended for her??
If so, how on earth did it end up at my workplace?!
Tough questions, guys.
Either way, Cesar and I are no more, thanks for asking.