One of the people at the new place I work with has been really nice to me -- too nice to me, consider that deep down I'm an introverted prick with panic attacks alternating with violent streaks. She says hi to me with a smile most mornings, and yesterday she even told me where else on the floor to get coffee when the darn thermos gives me nothing but grounds.
So that's why I feel truly bad that I don't know her name. It's common courtesy to know a co-worker's name, especially someone who has gone out of her way to make me feel like a part of this company. Shoot, it happened just now; we met in the break room and she said hi and I said hi back, not once calling her by her name. She could tell at this point that I don't know her name. She has to. Hopefully she isn't upset, and if she is, she isn't letting on. That's a good thing, right?
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