“You spoke with my boss, Mr. Doodlesberg?”
You know the guy mentioned some normal name but it just did not register.
“Yes”, you reply, “I’ll send that mail right away to…”
“I am Mr. Hanselboy.”
“Mister…?” – You want one more chance.
Mr. Hanselboy ,” he says matter-of-factly.
It has finally happened.
Your brain’s contact list has reached full capacity. To remember any more new names, you will have to delete some old ones.
Between online communities and syncing multiple devices, you can’t put a name to a face without it being on a screen. Staring at person’s chest to read his/her name off the ID card is not a good idea either. Memory tools like linking morphological and racial peculiarities to names is too much to handle for today’s hyper-propah environment. Adding them on FB is a scary thought.
Maybe, you could actually physically write down the names. If only, you could find a pen, and then, some paper, you could avoid situations such as:
“How could you lose the pen drive?”
“I did not lose it, I lent it to someone.”
“You know; the new guy with the eye thing.”
“No, I don’t know the new guy with the eye thing.”
“Well, there are so many of them…”
Perhaps, you are not outgoing as they say. But how social can you be? With 400 employees and an attrition of 20%, you are looking at remembering 2 new names every working day for the rest of your career!
And if you are contributing to the attrition yourself, you have to learn an entirely new set of names. “This is Mr. X, this is Mr. Blah and that is Miss. Liz,” says your new boss as he debuts you at your new gallows. “This is like a marriage reception, you just have to smile. Do not hope to remember any names,” he tells you on the side lines. ‘If only more people were memorable, like Liz,’ you tell your dreamy-eyed self.