A while back I wrote about my experience living life as Pete P. Peters (Hi. My Name is Pete). In case you don't recall, or don't have time to read the old post, here's the long and short of it: I started using the name "Pete" at Starbucks. After a while, the folks there got to know me. They think my name is Pete. Now, when I'm at Starbucks, I respond to "Pete."
There is a bagel shop in the ground floor of the office building where I work. They have a "Bottomless Mug Club." For $179 a year, you get all the coffee you can drink. I've been a member for the past several years. I stop at Starbucks when I leave my house in the morning. Then, when I arrive at work, I get another cup at the bagel shop. By 10:00 am, I'm shaking and my heart feels like it's going to explode. I'm not addicted.
The bagel shop recently got a new general manager. After a week or so, he got to know my face, and remembered that I'm "Bottomless," i.e., no charge for my coffee. Fast forward to yesterday morning. I walk in and he looks at me, and, I think I hear him say, "Hi Adam." He says it somewhat hesitantly . . . like he isn't quite certain that is my name (It's not). Now, I've never given him my name. Neither my actual name, nor Pete P. Peters. And, I sure as hell never told him my name was Adam. He hands me my coffee and, this time, clearly says, "have a nice day Adam." Good times. It's too early in the morning to address this issue. I mean, I've only had 20 ounces of coffee at this point; not the forty ounces necessary for me to be ready to stop surfing the Internet and actually start working. I let it slide. I mean, maybe he'll forget my not-name by tomorrow, right?
Fast forward to this morning. I'm still "Adam." And, my failure to correct him yesterday has likely alleviated whatever doubt he may or may not have had about my identify, and reinforced in his mind that my name is, in fact, Adam. So, apparently, unless he gets transferred, or until I get fired, I guess I'll also be responding to "Adam" from this point forward.
Frankly, it's all starting to become hard to keep track of.
- P3 a/k/a Adam