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Call me Bill

There’s this guy at work who calls me Bill. I don’t work directly with him, but we’re nodding acquaintances. When we pass in the hallway or meet in the break room, he always says, “Hi, Bill,” to me.

I guess I didn’t realize at first that he was addressing me when he started doing it, but now that it’s been happening for over a year, I don’t really know how to go about telling him my name is Brian without making him look like a complete idiot. We’ve even been in a few training sessions and meetings together, where the attendees had to introduce themselves to the group by saying their name and what they did. And there’s that nameplate on the outside of my cubicle that’s a dead giveaway. You’d think the guy would have realized his mistake at some point.

But noooo, he’ll keep saying, “Hi, Bill” and I’ll keep saying, “Hi,” back, without letting on. It’s like a bad sitcom, and I don't know how to tune out.


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