Weirdness...
I like my name. It's uncommon, but not so rare that people react funny when I introduce myself.
So, my whole life, one day short of 27 years and one month has managed to pass by without ever meeting another person named "Craig". First name, in any event. I've met a person with the last name Craig and a person with the middle name Craig, but never the first name.
Today, I went to work at the Shakespeare theater, as I often do. And I met quite a few new overhires. One, in particular, was a man in his 40s named Craig. Thus my streak is broken. (And let me tell you, working in a large space with lots of people yelling for other peoples attention is often confusing. Having 2 Craig's, 1 Greg and 1 Trey makes it VERY confusing.)
But my story does not end there, oh no. I was walking during our lunch break past the Verizon center, and a small child tried to rush past our little cluster of overhires in search of food. I see the kid in my peripheral vision and get a little annoyed, a 6 year old child should not be bolting ahead on the crowded streets of DC. After I spot this child, I hear from behind me "CRAIG! STAY WITH US! DON'T RUN OFF!".
Weird, right?
So then, we get lunch (California Tortilla, not my first choice, but the walk was short and it was cold outside), and we're walking back to the theater. We're crossing the street in a small crowd, when someone on the far side (clearly looking past me) yells "HEY! HEY CRAIG!(pause)CRAIG! I got us tickets!", and quickly crosses the street to meet up with "Craig".
Double weird, no?
In other news, it's FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE. If I didn't need the money so badly, I'd probably have skipped this week of work. It's just too damn cold to work on a loading dock.
So, my whole life, one day short of 27 years and one month has managed to pass by without ever meeting another person named "Craig". First name, in any event. I've met a person with the last name Craig and a person with the middle name Craig, but never the first name.
Today, I went to work at the Shakespeare theater, as I often do. And I met quite a few new overhires. One, in particular, was a man in his 40s named Craig. Thus my streak is broken. (And let me tell you, working in a large space with lots of people yelling for other peoples attention is often confusing. Having 2 Craig's, 1 Greg and 1 Trey makes it VERY confusing.)
But my story does not end there, oh no. I was walking during our lunch break past the Verizon center, and a small child tried to rush past our little cluster of overhires in search of food. I see the kid in my peripheral vision and get a little annoyed, a 6 year old child should not be bolting ahead on the crowded streets of DC. After I spot this child, I hear from behind me "CRAIG! STAY WITH US! DON'T RUN OFF!".
Weird, right?
So then, we get lunch (California Tortilla, not my first choice, but the walk was short and it was cold outside), and we're walking back to the theater. We're crossing the street in a small crowd, when someone on the far side (clearly looking past me) yells "HEY! HEY CRAIG!(pause)CRAIG! I got us tickets!", and quickly crosses the street to meet up with "Craig".
Double weird, no?
In other news, it's FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE. If I didn't need the money so badly, I'd probably have skipped this week of work. It's just too damn cold to work on a loading dock.