Once upon a time I was a steel worker. More specifically a press and die operator, with a touch of forklift driving. Most of the people I worked with there didn’t know my real name.
The entire time that I worked at that job i was known as RED. Or BIG RED, or BIG BAD RED. Depending on how much time you had while saying the name. I was not bad, or big, but I did wear bright red coveralls.
I had the coveralls because of Domo. You might remember Domo. “We jump to the pump for you.” With the kangaroo mascot. And….. the bright red coveralls. Domo was the job I held immediately previous to my steel worker gig.
I stood out like a sore thumb. And, considering the amount of abuse i sustained while working there I’m surprised i didn’t get a worse nickname….. It was given to me by a kind man, named Al. He was famous for peeing off the loading docks. So much so that they put up a sign saying that “Al_ Employee_ should refrain from urinating off the dock”. I wish i had a picture.
He was a former convict. Living the “fast” life, or so he said. He was patient, he stood up for me, and he had the filthiest vocabulary you could possibly imagine. He got that job because his brother ran one of the departments. Alvin and Calvin…. Damn, truth is stranger than fiction sometimes isn’t it?
For SIX years my professional name was “Red”. Thats a long time. By that time my coveralls were long gone and some people didn’t even know that Red was a nickname. They thought that was my given name.
Eventually that name along with my steel working career faded into the past, and I moved on.
-Steve