I used to work for a great architect who religiously called me ‘Biggun’. That name has stuck with me for quite some time. I didn’t mind it so much, and don’t really care if someone calls me names, or makes fun of me. Some people just find their self-worth in that, and people usually understand that they are… mean and disrespectful.
I saw him again the other day, and felt like I had to remind him of what my name was. He knew exactly who I was… I was Biggun.
I don’t care to be remembered for that anymore. Great motivation though.