Name Shame

, , , , , | Working | September 28, 2018

(The library where I work has a high turnover of pages, as it’s a pretty thankless job. It’s not unusual for them to work a few shifts and then quit. We have recently hired a new page, a young man. I see him pushing a cart by the desk.)

Me: “Hi, Brandon!”

Page: “Hi!”

(A few days later…)

Me: “Hi, Brandon!”

Page: “Hi!”

(A few more days later…)

Me: “Hi, Brandon!”

Page: “Hi!”

(A week or so later I’m at the desk with a colleague.)

Coworker: “Oh, did you hear? David quit.”

Me: “Who is David?”

Coworker: “The new page. He just started like two weeks ago.”

Me: “Huh, I don’t think I even met him.”

Coworker: “Are you sure?”

(She starts describing him, and to my horror I realize she’s describing the page I’ve been calling “Brandon.”)

Me: “Oh, my God, I thought his name was Brandon! I called him Brandon like six times to his face and he never corrected me!”

Coworker: *laughing*

Me: “I feel terrible! Oh, my God.”

(I really did feel awful. I wish he would have told me his name was David! The worst part is that we all wear name tags, so if I’d taken two seconds to look at his name tag I would have realized my mistake. I’m more careful now about learning the new pages’ names.)

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