Write about: the nickname.
Much better day today. Definitely getting the hang of things. Have some hope that tomorrow will be even more efficient.
And it would seem that only two days in I already have a nickname...
All the trucks at work have ham radios in them and people are communicating over them pretty regularly throughout the day, mostly with the foreman. It's a pretty informal thing, with most everybody on a first name basis.
Except there's another Marc on the crew.
So this afternoon when the foreman radioed "Marc, you there?" I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or not. After a little pause I replied "Which Marc are you looking for?" (it ended up being me).
Later on I had to radio in to tell the foreman that one of the public washroom sinks was leaking quite badly. Once I'd heard that he had one of the water guys on the way I went back to the washroom to finish the rest of my cleaning while I waited for Harry to arrive.
When Harry showed up a few minutes later he asked if I'd heard the nickname thing on the radio.
"No, I wasn't by the truck."
"Oh, okay. I told Mike (the foreman) we should probably explain it to you."
"A while back we had another Marc working with us and it was getting confusing over the radio. So Mike asked him if he had a nickname - the guy said, yeah... T Bone! Like George Costanza on Seinfeld. So of course everybody just called him Costanza instead."
"He hated it. He was like no, no - I said T Bone! Anyway... Mike said we should call you T Bone, but I wanted to explain it to you first."
I'm pretty sure that if they are still calling me T Bone over the radio in October it will still make me laugh every single time.