They call me Ishmael

So at work (my new work not my old work) according to the work handbook, I'm not allowed to say where I work, because any news I may have about it will appear negative to someone, even if I may have something great to say.

So at my new work, I wear a name badge, and because I'm new, looking at everyone elses is a positive (80+ people work there and I have yet to meet all of them). However, me wearing one doesn't seem to help anyone else.

I have a tight group with the other trainees that I'm working next too, so there's no name problems there. It's a group of about 6 or 7.

Our place is 2 floors, I'm on the bottom floor, but a quarter of the people on the top floor call me, "That girl who makes eep! noises." Monday it was shortened to "Eepie."

Another quarter on the top floor calls me "Veronica Mars," because I look like the T.V. teenage spy. I don't mind that one because I really do want to be a spy. . . and she's not that bad looking.

One of my trainors calls me "The Boy Wonder," because of Batman obviously, but he didn't come up with that one on his own, he's not that smart. I told him that's what they used to call me in high school and he just really liked it.

Two of the managers call me "The Great Robino," because I used to play a lot of soccer. I'm not sure about that one either.

Then, there is the most interesting one, it just happened today actually. The entire bottom floor is now calling me, "Delilah." Here goes:
So there's this very popular song taking over the radio called, "Hey There, Delilah." Its a catchy tune I must say. In fact, when it played for the 8th time today, I couldn't help but sing along because a.) I was bored and b.) I've learned the words. . . coercively.
One employee noticed my vocal chords and said (This next part is going to seem like story hour) Hey, that's pretty good.
Me: Thanks.
1: Yeah. Do you have their cd?
Me: No, I'm not really into them. I only know the one song.
1: Oh, I can like burn it for you? It's pretty good.
2: Who's that?
1: The Plain White T's.
2: Oh, I can get you a cd? I know them. I can get lots of copies.
Me: You know them?! How do you know them?
2: They're from around here. I know them.
1: Oh yeah, I think I knew that. Do you like party with them?
2: I used to a lot, but they're popular now. So only sometimes.
1: That's like so freakin' sweet.
Me: I wish I knew someone famous.
1: Is like Delilah a real person?
2: Oh yeah. She turned him down though. Long distance. Never gave him a chance.
1: What? This girl had a song written about her and she dumped him?
Me: Whoa.
2: Some girls, man. I think it was the distance. He's not very good-looking though.
Me: I'd marry a guy if he wrote me a song. I mean, all that shouldn't matter.
2: You're kinda like her, you know? but better. You could be her.
1: Yeah, you're Delilah, but the gooder Delilah. . . and you can sing.
Me: What?
1: Yeah, You're Delilah. I'm calling you Delilah.
2: Delilah. Gotta go take to the register. Later, Delilah.

I'm paraphrasing a little because my memory is only working in short fragments, but this is basically what happened. Also, this story is better if you do it in different voices.

I wonder how many more names I can rack up by the end of the year.