When I lived in Boston in my early to mid 20s, several different groups of friends independently came up with variations of the nickname “Shady”. I was totally cool with that.
Based on the first initials of my name, I’m known among some at work as C-MAC.
This led to one of my coworkers referring to me as C-Murder. Then one day, I was working on merging some datasets and made a joke that it should be C-Merger.
Hence, now I’m C-Merger.
I’ve been Banana Raisin Grape for almost twenty years now, because my initials are BRG.
In that vein, I’m also known as B, Beefy, Beelzebub, B-Mo (short for B-money, it’s my gangsta name), and one other name I simply cannot divulge, for there is no way to whisper on the internet, and always always it must be whispered.
My mother used to call me Miss Correctol (you know, like the laxative) because of my nitpicking tendencies. I’ve gotten better about that, so I rarely hear it any more.
I think most other names I’m called fall under the category of “epithet”, rather than “nickname”.
In high school I was T-Bone, because my first name starts with T and my wrestling team had kind of a meat theme going. (I wrestled with Pork, Beef, and Chicken.)
At my last job, I ended up being Crusher, from the Bugs Bunny cartoon and in the same vein as calling a big guy Tiny, since I’m hard to get a rise out of. I’m not sure if I’m going to try to carry it with me or not.
Like my father before me and my children after me “Master”
When shipping “Third”
When I was a young man on the crew “The kid”
No Pops.