Friday, August 11, 2006

And you are?

I have a problem. I do not remember names when being introduced to people. If I'm told about the person in advance in an email or twelve or so conversations, we've got a good chance of success. But, if I meet you at a party or some other event, I'll shake your hand and by the end of that shake and the obligatory "nice to meet you," the name is gone. Oh, I'll rember your face for years, but as far as your name, it goes a little something like this:

You: Hi, I'm Name-y Mc-Name-rson
Me: Nice to meet you. [hand shake]
And woosh, your name is gone. You are now Man in Blue Shirt for the rest of our conversation. I'd introduce you to the other person I was talking to, but I don't think she actually goes by Chick With Weird Shoes.

This is especially problematic when interviewing for a job. It's not so bad during the interview because I am not a car salesman and do not need to keep calling So-and-So by his first name as I speak to him. Maybe I should. I supposed they'd remember me, if for no other reason than I was really annoying. The problem arises when I'm home and it's time to write the thank you letter/email. It's especially bad if I talked to more than one person. Good thing more and more law firms are going online with photos of their attorneys. I've stared forever at online photos trying to make sure it was the person I actually spoke to more times than I care to admit.

I really need to work on keeping names from flying out of my ears. Not really professional to always be writing names down on a notepad so your dumbass self doesn't forget.

My life would be so much easier if everyone wore nametags all the time. Or at least the first three or four times I talk to you. Otherwise you'll be forever in my memory as Girl Who Carries a Red Purse. Which sucks because you may buy a new one. And it may be blue. Now I don't know who you are. Oh well. Maybe Old Guy Eating Cookie can tell me.

6 Comments:

At 3:42 PM, August 23, 2006, Blogger Flarf said...

Well when i was talking to what's his face the other day, you know, the guy who was with mr fancy pants at the shindig with the thing and the horse and that woman in the "hello bargain bin" culats... well he said that mr blue shirt's name was stan.

 
At 10:48 PM, August 31, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, it's what's his face who brought his guitar that isn't the Greek to Watkins Glen. :) You should listen to Brian Regan (comedian), one of his routines is about not remember names, it's pretty damn funny.

-J

 
At 10:49 PM, August 31, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I forgot some letters.

-ing.

Okay, I feel better now.

J

 
At 3:15 PM, September 12, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Helpful Hint from Wraar's Mom: Ask the interviewer for his or her business card. It's an easy and professionally-acceptable way to keep track of who people are and know to whom to send thank you follow-up letters. And it flatters them.

 
At 4:40 PM, September 12, 2006, Blogger Wraar said...

so, can my mom kill a humorous discussion with blatant duh-ness or what?

 
At 10:10 PM, September 14, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Have you ever read Stuff magazine? Wraar's mom's comment reminds me of something Randy the Helpful Pineapple would say. And that's the gist!

-J

 

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