Where Do I Know You From? I just walked out of a …

Where Do I Know You From?

I just walked out of a coworkers office, and the woman who has the cube right outside the office door was walking out of her cube at the same time, lets call her Julie. Mind you, I’ve worked on the same floor for three years, in various positions, with one eight month gap until this past July. This was the conversation.

Beehive: Hi.
Julie: Hi.

Julie has a confused look on her face.

Julie: I know you from somewhere.
Beehive: Yes you do.
Julie: How do I know you?
Beehive: From working on this floor.
Julie: Huh?
Beehive: Yes, this floor.
Julie: Oh, that’s right you used to work for fill in vendor name
Beehive: Nope.
Julie: Where do I really know you from?
Beehive: I used to work for fill in managers name here.
Julie: Ohhhhh! Don’t I know you from somewhere else?
Beehive: Nope, just this floor.
Julie: What are you doing back?
Beehive: Working.
Julie: Why?
Beehive: I need money and want to work in a place at least half civilized.
Julie: Ohhhhh…

I left her with a look on her face as if her brain is still hurting from all of this. Who knows maybe she really has seen me somewhere else. Like this blog…or as a dancing church lady, or as scuba boy, or from a handful of underground cable access television shows, or maybe was in an audience at some show I’ve done.

Gulp!

It could have been worse; she could have called me Josh, Justin, or Kevin.