I have had two types of nicknames at work:  the lame and the mean.

In the lame category, the best entry ever was “Davewood.”  You see, I used to have meetings with an Elwood and a Sherwood.  As a result, they nicknamed me “Davewood.”  Sort of a cute nickname, but also kind of lame.  Humph.

In the mean category, well I guess it’s better that I never really knew.  Once there was a conversation that went like this, “The guys in the garage have a nickname for you, but it’s kind of mean.”  This was the most information that I could gather.  I suspected such, but having it confirmed with no additional detail was lousy.  Humph, humph.

Yesterday, I received some well deserved news.  My cheery disposition and my constant wearing of a sweater (our office is very, very cold) has landed me the nickname (drum roll, please)…  Mister Rogers.

I’ll take it!  If I’m going to receive a nickname, being compared to Fred Rogers is a quality comparable.  It is after all a beautiful day in the neighborhood.  Won’t you be my neighbor?

By the way, I promise not to take you to the “Neighborhood of Make-Believe.”  I promise.