Being named Jesus comes with its share of corny jokes. A lot of the WPs call me Jose or even worst call me JC (Jesus Christ, horrible blasphemy I know). Two distinct stories pop in my head when discussing my name. The first time I knew I had a unique name was in elementary school. I was at
The second instance is a case of WPs feeling awkward. I worked at a Hallmark store throughout high school and the owners were a couple of gay fellas. They wanted to hire me, not because I came from an all-boys high school super pause, but because I was a hard worker. Anyway they felt weird calling me by my name and asked if there was nickname I went by. I said, “My family calls me Junior.” And it stuck. The name not them.
PS: Love you big sis for sticking up for me.