What’s my name is a tricky question. Frequently the answer depends on where I’m at and who I’m with. In other blog posts on Lark In The Dark I’ve referred to a group of us named ‘the ones who work’.
Where we work requires the use of a handheld radio. When we started our current job we were shy and intimidated when it came to using the radio. Rarely we would pick it up and feel comfortable or confident. Occasionally, in the early days of my employment I’d pick up at the radio and say what needed to be said without worrying about radio etiquette and confidence. At one point we told someone, truthfully, in our past we were a radio operator. Last night I was stunned when I recalled that conversation because that means that one of the ‘ones that work’ is lj. When we lived in Alaska we lj was our name.