that moment when / you call customer support and someone answers with a thick russian accent
A Sad Trooper post.
Your name badge has been spelt wrong for two years. You've stopped correcting people. You answer to Darren now. You are not Darren. Two in the morning at the kitchen table, eating cereal straight from the box, because the bowls are dirty and, spiritually, so are you. Someone at a party asks what you do. You tell them. They say "oh, nice", look over your shoulder and drift towards someone with a more interesting job, like a ventriloquist. At the family reunion your aunt calls you by your brother's name, then your cousin's, then the dog's. "Close enough," she says, and hands you a paper plate. **Why it caught on:** a black-and-white photo of a Star Wars stormtrooper sitting alone at a kitchen table, head in his gloved hand. The Empire's nameless soldier is having a bad day, and anyone who has worked a job where nobody knew their name has had that exact shift.