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I'm sure some of you have heard this before... some of you may have even been there... I was working at FARMS (Foundation for Ancient Research and Mormon Studies) at BYU as a secretary. Bascially, we took the phone orders, renewed people's subscriptions, and directed phone calls. Anyways, to renew a subscription, or place an order, you always started by asking for their last name, so you could look them up in the database. Well, one day in walks Donny Osmond. All of us girls working in the office knew it was him and exchanged excited glances. He went in to our managers office and then they came out and our manager, Brent, said, "Sara will help you renew your membership." So he walks over to my desk, I look up and smile and 

say, "Last name?" ... silence in the whole room (mentally I am kicking my self and rolling my eyes stupid stupid stupid)... "Osmond"... "Okay," I say. (It gets better.) "First name?" ... At this point he's looking at me with a mixture of horror and curiosity... "Donny," he says very slowly. Inside my brain I am just screaming at myself (Augh, couldn't you just take the credit card from the poor man and let him leave!!!!) Gheez. He paid and left, and didn't look too happy about the experience. My fellow office workers, if I remember correctly, graciously did not tease me too mercilessly. I had a lot of TRULY embarassing experiences working there. In fact, I think nearly all of my embarassing moments happened there... except for last Sunday, when I tripped over the children's gate taking Sammy into the nursery at church and sent him flying and me sprawling, skirt around my thighs, all over the nursery floor. Have I mentioned I'm a bit of a dork???