When I look back on my life and specifically the possessions that I considered important, I don’t remember naming my things. I even have my oldest stuffed animal and he doesn’t have a name.
On the other hand I find myself naming just about everything my daughter has. She has a stuffed cow named cheese and a stuffed chicken named quackers. Her favorite friend is a stuffed deer that she just calls deer. The is a purple gorilla named burple and a huge colorful worm named cootie, yes like the old game.
It is funny to me that the same holds true for work. I go into dozens of meetings and most of the time will not pick up a name until I have come in contact with them 2 or 3 times. I have just had to learn clever ways of identifying people until they get indexed for quick search in my intelligence system otherwise know as Missy
Thank you to todays inspiration