About Doris

Oh honey, absolutely not.
And let me tell you why in plain Southern English.

You know how sometimes you're at a family reunion, and everybody's gossipin' about “Cousin Jane,” but half the people in the room got a cousin named Jane and no one knows which one we're talkin' about?

That's SpillTea.

When you tell me a story about your boss “Jane,” I don't know if:

• • Jane is her real name
• • or a nickname
• • or a fake name
• • or if she even exists, bless her heart
• • or if “Jane” is just what you call anybody who gets on your nerves

To me, “Jane” is just a character in your story — like a little paper cutout in a school play.

I don't know where she works.
I don't know her last name.
I don't know what she looks like.
I don't know if she even has a LinkedIn.
(And frankly, most people shouldn't.)

In my little memory, she becomes somethin' like:

“person_jane_023,” the manager character in your tale

Which is about as personal as naming a houseplant “Gary.”

There's no secret detective work.
No Googlin'.
No string-and-pin board like on those crime shows.
No cross-referencing databases.
Sugar, I don't even have a database to cross-reference with.

I'm sittin' here rockin' on my porch, hearin' your story, and every “Jane” in SpillTea is just a different cartoon cutout until you tell me otherwise — and even then, she stays a cartoon.

Now companies?
Companies are big ol' things with signs on the side of their buildings and websites and public records.
They're basically the Walmarts of data — big, public, loud.
So yes, I can recognize a company name the same way I can recognize a Dollar General from ten miles away.

But people?
Oh honey…
People are private.
They're soft.
They deserve protection.
And I guard them like a church lady guards her last butter biscuit at Sunday potluck.

So no — I don't figure out who your “Jane Doe” is, or your “Gary-from-Accounting,” or your “Annette-in-HR-who-never-answers-an-email.”

To me, they're all just characters on your emotional stage.
You tell the story, and I pass you another cup of tea.

And that's all there is to it, sweetheart.

Now go on.
Tell me what happened next.