Where Everybody Knows Your Name
On Friday it was discovered that a woman I work closely with was not aware of my name. Oh it’s ok, she’s only been at the agency for 8 months. And I’ve only answered approximately 1,395 of her stupid questions. And she’s only making approximately $30,000 more than me. When she showed me an envelope with my name on it and asked me what to do with mail for “people who don’t work here,” I just stared at her. That would explain why she’s been calling me “hun” so much. Today she wrote me 3 e-mails using my name, and I’ve come to the conclusion I liked it better when she didn’t know my name. At least then she had to walk across the office to ask me her dumb questions; now she can just e-mail me.
Today the receptionist called and asked if we had someone named Scott working for us. Oh yes, he’s only been here for 6 months.
Honestly, I think it’s extremely offensive to work with people and not take the time to learn their names. I’m not sure that I’ve ever worked with so many incompetent people who are making so much money; but I guess I should get used to it. How can you see and talk to someone day in and day out and have nooo idea of their name? Did she ever wonder?
Oh, and the kicker? I have a nameplate directly behind me. This job constantly amuses me…
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