Today has been interesting to say the least. One of the women that works in the same area I do has had extreme difficulty in remembering my name. It's been over three years now, but still she can't get it right. I don't blame her at all, it's absolutely fine with me; I'm horrible with names as well. What is slightly unsettling, however, is her insistence each time that the name she is calling me is actually my name. To add to that, she often calls me the names of other employees that are of foreign (Indian/Saudi Arabian/Pakistani/Jordanian/Iranian/Mexican/Puerto Rican and in one instance Thai) descent:
An excerpt from our conversation today:
CW [crazy woman]: Sohail, how are you today?
ME [me]: umm, [woman's name], I'm not Sohail
CW: Aren't You?!?
ME: No, my name is [my actual name], remember?
CW: Really? Did you change it?
ME: Nope...umm..sorry
CW: No, you are Sohail
ME: ....ummm....
CW: Remember when I brought in that cake for the birth of your baby?
ME: ...oh yeah, yeah...you're thinking of Sohail...who is a completely different person than I am....
CW: no i swear that was you
ME: ...uhhh....while this is great reminiscing about crazy things that only happen in your head, I'm going to go to my office and cry for humanity [subtext, not actually said aloud]
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