What’s in a Name?
File under: Life, Work | (2)
Two years ago, I went to the British Trade Travel fair at the NEC in Birmingham, for work. When I showed up at the door, the officious recptionist behind the desk made me fill in a registration form in block capitals - name, employer, phone number, all the usual stuff. I printed MEG PICKARD clearly, and handed her the form. She typed in the details, and then a few seconds later, the printer started whirring at the other end of the desk. After a moment, she passed me my name badge.Or rather, she passed me someone else's name badge. Someone ...