There is a woman in another office in the building who obviously has gone to great efforts to remember and use my name. She uses it at me every time we see each other. “Hi, Mika!” “Hey, Mika!” “Mika, how’s it going?”
Sadly, I cannot remember her name, though she did tell it to me. I think it was Mary or Pat. Of course that means it’s probably Judy.
Manuel!
(Which I think will be even more fun if you say it with a BatManuel sort of flourish.)
I truly hate it when I call someone by the wrong name - and I know it when I say it, and I know thier real name, but for some reason the other name just popped in at that moment.
Hey John - wait, your not John - your bob… I know that, I’ve only been working with you (my manager) for 10 years now…
and no, I dont have a drinking problem - maybe I should develop one as a cover.
The two IT guys in the office, Phil & Don*, do everything together - in person support calls together, attend meetings together, go to lunch together. Everyone refers to them as Phil & Don, no one knows which is which.
*Not real names, obscure musical reference used instead.
Look, it isn’t your fault that they are so forgettable. You must be honest about it all and realize that if they remember your name, you are just AWESOME. However, when you remember someone else’s name and they never seem to say your name in the conversation at all, you must concede that THEY are More AWESOME that you. In the end, it is all awash.
My brain likes to play games like this.
le sigh
I am sorely disappointed in you people. Most of these situations have “Evil Clown Opportunity” written all over them. When the chance to be an Evil Clown presents itself, not acting on it makes baby Jesus cry.
twickster, you need to e-mail that person back and say “Don’t worry about the mistaken identity. It happens to me all the time. Oh, and can we make it 1:15?”
Hakuna, you can feel free to act like a complete ass in front of that guy. He’ll blame it all on Paul. You can even say to your common friends “Wow, that Paul guy sounds like a complete tool.”
For Bluetooth jerks, continue the conversation. Tell them to hang up if you have to.
I have no idea what to do when you are a mistaken waver. A handshake might work. A big bear hug might be even better.
Remember, a Good Clown does weird stuff to amuse others. Evil Clowns do weird stuff to amuse themselves. Shirley Ujest, you seem to grok the concept.
So was it the incognito glasses wearing hottie, or the lady pilot who loves bling who got the invite?
I became a hippie as my cover.
Okay, not really, but I *am *a part time hippie, and it’s a lot easier to cover when you’re with hippies. Just call everyone “Brother” “Sister” “Mama” or “Bone-Daddy” and you’re good to go.
Do you have a Harold and a Lou, too?
Or a Jimmy.