Nicknames

For some reason, Justin decided at work today to call me “Ribs.” Out of nowhere. We were just talking shop, and he decides he wants togive me a nickname, and that nickname is “Ribs.”

Before I know it, everyone else is chiming in on how they think it’s a great name, and every fucking person in the room startscalling me “Ribs.”

Keep in mind that I was out drinking last night, and it’s early, and mybrain isn’t working at full capacity here.

In desperation (and in mortal fear of being forever stuck with the nickname “Ribs”), I declare that everyone else should alsohave nicknames. This idea takes hold (thankfully), and for a few more minutes everyone else in the room gets a nickname for the day.

Me: Ribs
Chris: V.D. McGee
Matt: Ted Squeamish
Ben: Jangles
Rey: Disco
Justin: Pickles McGoo

I ended up making namecards for everyone. And we all referred to one another by these names for the remainder of the day.

This is my workplace. These are my coworkers. We are all professionals.