Poll: Have you ever had a nickname?
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I had one, but only for a couple of months. I was working in a freezer room, But on my first day, i didn't anticipate that i would be working in a freezer, and i kept putting my hands in my pocket. the boss asked me "are you feelig cold, or are you just holding your pants up?". He told me of calling me "Pockets", which i was okay with. From then on, while i was working there for only 2 months, until i returned back to the new semester, I was known there as Pockets. Well, partly it was also because people didn't want to embarass themselves in trying to pronounce my name correctly.
I personally don't have any nicknames, but my friends have a few amusing ones.
One of my friends is called Third Place because a few years he went to a tennis tournament and came back with a shirt that said "third place" on it. He has since gone back and won first place in that tournament, but the nickname has stuck.
Another one of my friends, who is Chinese, is called Scott, and I have absolutely no idea why.
I also know someone called Boner, because his last name is Bohn.
One of my friends is called Third Place because a few years he went to a tennis tournament and came back with a shirt that said "third place" on it. He has since gone back and won first place in that tournament, but the nickname has stuck.
Another one of my friends, who is Chinese, is called Scott, and I have absolutely no idea why.
I also know someone called Boner, because his last name is Bohn.
Jeeves.
During the first couple years of high school, I did up all three buttons of my uniform shirt, when everyone else only did up one, or none. This made me look very prim/proper/stuffy, and so people took to calling me Jeeves.
I wouldn't mind it if the nickname didn't remind me of how ridiculous I looked.
There was also Skeletor, on account of me being as thin and pale as a skeleton. But that wasn't nearly as common as Jeeves.
During the first couple years of high school, I did up all three buttons of my uniform shirt, when everyone else only did up one, or none. This made me look very prim/proper/stuffy, and so people took to calling me Jeeves.
I wouldn't mind it if the nickname didn't remind me of how ridiculous I looked.
There was also Skeletor, on account of me being as thin and pale as a skeleton. But that wasn't nearly as common as Jeeves.
Sparky.
A few years back, I used to work in the local safeway's deli department. I wasn't in the habit of bringing cold lunches to work (food had a mysterious habit of disappearing from the employee fridge) so I'd usually buy something from work for a buck or two for lunch. One item I'd buy often was called a "Souper Bowl," which was basically a cup of noodles on steroids. They were actually quite tasty, and filling as well.
So my lunch break comes along, and I go buy my Souper Bowl. (Cajun style shrimp flavor, yum!) I head to the break room, and toss the bowl in the mircrowave for 5 minutes, and start chatting with my coworkers. About 3 minutes later, the meat department manager points out that there's smoke billowing out from the microwave.
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I'd forgotten to add the water. DERP.
I don't know if you've ever smelled burnt spices before, but it's a distinctly unpleasant scent. It actually has a burning sensation, and triggers your gag reflex.
Now, this Safeway wasn't a huge one, only 7 check stands or so, so my burnt lunch quickly stunk up the entire building. It got so bad that the produce manager actually had to spray air freshener all over the check stands. This stench? it lingered. It lingered for 4 days. We couldn't even use the break room, because the smell was so strong, even with the windows open.
So, they started calling me Sparky for that. 'Cause I lit my lunch on fire.
The worst part? I never did get lunch that day.
So my lunch break comes along, and I go buy my Souper Bowl. (Cajun style shrimp flavor, yum!) I head to the break room, and toss the bowl in the mircrowave for 5 minutes, and start chatting with my coworkers. About 3 minutes later, the meat department manager points out that there's smoke billowing out from the microwave.
T_T
I'd forgotten to add the water. DERP.
I don't know if you've ever smelled burnt spices before, but it's a distinctly unpleasant scent. It actually has a burning sensation, and triggers your gag reflex.
Now, this Safeway wasn't a huge one, only 7 check stands or so, so my burnt lunch quickly stunk up the entire building. It got so bad that the produce manager actually had to spray air freshener all over the check stands. This stench? it lingered. It lingered for 4 days. We couldn't even use the break room, because the smell was so strong, even with the windows open.
So, they started calling me Sparky for that. 'Cause I lit my lunch on fire.
The worst part? I never did get lunch that day.
Sgt Pepper ... for my penchant for interesting suits, and my 'worldly' manner
The Sage ... for being 'the guy to ask about stuff `cause he knows everything'
Frenchie ... for my French surname
Quasimodo ... for being, frankly, 'semi-normal'
Add to this list all manner of cusses and insults, but they don't really count as being nicknames I guess.
The Sage ... for being 'the guy to ask about stuff `cause he knows everything'
Frenchie ... for my French surname
Quasimodo ... for being, frankly, 'semi-normal'
Add to this list all manner of cusses and insults, but they don't really count as being nicknames I guess.
I've had a couple of 'em. Used to be called Teleport Man, just 'cos I used to be so all over the place it gave people the chills. They'd see me enter a building, walk the other way and then see me exit the building across the yard. And all I did was take walks.
In the military, I was mostly referred to as (translated for your reading pleasure) Mr. Sub-Sergeant. It's a direct translation of the title, it's a rough equivalent of Corporal. To my squad, and my squad only, I was known as Eki. It was a nickname derived from my last name. It was quite refreshing to hear this particular nickname again, when I hooked up with some old army buddies a few months back. Just hearing it brought me back.
Also, in the women's barracks, I was referred to as Uncle Eki, as a term of... Well, we'll just leave it at that.
In the military, I was mostly referred to as (translated for your reading pleasure) Mr. Sub-Sergeant. It's a direct translation of the title, it's a rough equivalent of Corporal. To my squad, and my squad only, I was known as Eki. It was a nickname derived from my last name. It was quite refreshing to hear this particular nickname again, when I hooked up with some old army buddies a few months back. Just hearing it brought me back.
Also, in the women's barracks, I was referred to as Uncle Eki, as a term of... Well, we'll just leave it at that.
Not really. Anything I've had has been a slight variation on my actual name, or has gotten old extremely quickly.
Plenty. One that cannot be uttered on the internet!
Not many call me by my real name either. In Sweden you'll be called "Danne" if you're named Daniel. We do that with lots of names.
Not many call me by my real name either. In Sweden you'll be called "Danne" if you're named Daniel. We do that with lots of names.
Never, my name is one syllable, four letters, already pretty uncommon and I have a terribly generic last name. No nickname successfully sticks, the longest was "Goose" in primary school (more for the way I ran, not a Top Gun reference).
I have had way too many over the years to remember, much less list. I played sports(most of them) and have always been a big guy(6'8", 250lbs currently and I used to be bigger) and a pretty weird guy too. Here goes:
Big Easy, Easy Money, Coolbreeze, Big Dawg, Giant(practically was my name first two years in college), Assassin, and a bunch of others fitting the same basic pattern. I guess when you hang out with so many different groups you get multiple nicknames that are generally close. Thought I would remember more than I did. I probably will today because things like that drive me insane
Big Easy, Easy Money, Coolbreeze, Big Dawg, Giant(practically was my name first two years in college), Assassin, and a bunch of others fitting the same basic pattern. I guess when you hang out with so many different groups you get multiple nicknames that are generally close. Thought I would remember more than I did. I probably will today because things like that drive me insane
I go by Bobby even though my legal name is Robert. Not too original but the strange thing is that my parents have *never* called me Robert, not once. This is made doubly-strange by the fact that my Dad named me Robert for a specific reason: so that I'd be named after Robert Anthony Plant of Led Zeppelin.
Lets see... one of my co workers called me Harry Potter (I had the hair and glasses thing going at the time) until I started calling him Shingles (he had it at the moment). I hated it. Then they switched to Grizzly, for my crazy beard. It never really stuck beyond working at Circuit City. I always figured that if you want a nickname to stick, when you introduce yourself to people you should do it like such.
You: "My name is ****** but everyone calls me *****"
In my Japanese class I shortened my last name from Litman to Rito, it was much simpler for everyone to say.
リトマン　ー＞　リト
Litman -> Rito
You: "My name is ****** but everyone calls me *****"
In my Japanese class I shortened my last name from Litman to Rito, it was much simpler for everyone to say.
リトマン　ー＞　リト
Litman -> Rito
