Nicknames are very telling, sometimes.
I was always very tall for my age – and skinny as a rail – so I’ve had my share of unpleasant nom de guerres bestowed upon me by an unfeeling world. Fortunately, I’ve found the world to be a more accepting, caring place for the adult version of me to inhabit.
Of course, I’ve chosen a path that regularly intersects with some of the most challenging souls humanity has to offer, so my view of the world is ever-evolving. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
But back to nicknames.
I used to work with a guy who underwent a dramatic evolution over the course of our time together. When we both started at the hotel, he was a quiet preppy, a financial wiz who wasn’t overt in his intentions towards the fairer sex.
But that soon changed. And how.
He colored his hair, opted for contacts and used his financial know-how to finance the purchase of a Mustang , the car of choice for the penile-challenged! Oh, and he began answering to the nickname, “The Champ”.
The only problem? He gave himself the nickname!
A true champion is humble and anything but self-serving. This guy broke the rules and created a new persona that defined how he wanted others to see him, not how he actually was as a person. In retrospect, I guess it’s safe to say the nickname had the desired effect: he became a ladies’ man.
Of course, there were no actual ladies, just a collection of skanks and freaks with issues! Still, he was happy so I guess that’s something.
As for me, I’ve only been referred to as The Hook for a relatively short time and that name only came about because of my actual name. Still, I’ve grown to love it because it actually suits my personality: love me or hate me, I leave an impression!
With the return of Summer, comes new staff at the Bell Desk, all of whom have been instructed to refer to me as The Hook! This makes for some interesting situations, especially when a guest is in earshot.
I knocked on a door the other day and was greeted with a soft, weak yet sweet, female voice who remarked to her husband, “Oh, Frank, that must be The Hook with our bags!”
So there you have it, I’m The Hook,
Who are you?