My workplace had, at one time, 4 Kristins, 2 Christines, 1 Christa, and a Chris. The Kristins had the most potential for confusion, so 2 of them ended up going by their initials (KB and KT) and the other two by their last names, so no one actually went by Kristin. (We also, had 3 Karen/Karins, 3 Kates, and 2 Steves.)
I might be twitchy about this one because when I got to grad school, I found that there were 2 faculty members there who went by the nickname I used at the time. The senior faculty member started using my full first name (which I associate with being In Trouble, since that’s the only time my parents used it), which everyone else picked up. It was just one microaggression in that deeply dysfunctional department, but one that still makes me angry.
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I might be twitchy about this one because when I got to grad school, I found that there were 2 faculty members there who went by the nickname I used at the time. The senior faculty member started using my full first name (which I associate with being In Trouble, since that’s the only time my parents used it), which everyone else picked up. It was just one microaggression in that deeply dysfunctional department, but one that still makes me angry.