A Needle in a Stack of Needles

I just went for a walk around the Firm as per my usual post-lunch routine where I make a point to blow ass as close to secretaries I don't like as possible, and I made a pass through the main lobby where the receptionist "Lucy Dunce" sits. Now don't get me wrong, Lucy is usually pretty nice and being the head receptionist, does have a talent for organizing shit, but as I threw a salutation her way the conversation, that could have been very benign and cordial, quite possibly ruined my day:

Trey: Hello Lucy.
Lucy: Hi Klipz.
Trey: I'm Trey
Lucy: Oh I'm sorry Trey. It's like you and Klipz are becoming the same person.

(Author's Note: Klipz an myself probably could not be more different from one another. Klipz has been here 4 years longer than I, is engaged to another poor unfortunate employee of Funder Cunt who will be henceforth known as "Lil' Klip," and has no noticeable similarities to myself other than the fact that we hate our jobs. I, on the other hand, have been known to hit on co-workers at Firm functions in a Blacked out state, and shack up with Paralegettes on occasion. Needless to say, it's pretty easy to tell us apart.)

So anyways, it was a little disappointing to hear Lucy's response considering I've been here about 2.5 years and I have seen this woman, I kid you not, every single day of my tenure here.

However, it's good to know that when I leave here, nobody will probably know the difference.