Morning Bobby

Sev­eral years ago it seemed like there was an abun­dance of peo­ple by the name of Robert who worked at The Valve Store™ and as a joke, myself and another coworker would always say, “Morn­ing Bobby”, when we’d pass each other for the first time each day. His name is Joey and mine is, well duh, Brian, but we got a kick out of it.

Over the years the num­ber of Roberts waned, Jims took over the top spot, yet we still kept up the ‘Morn­ing Bobby’ rou­tine. The num­ber of folks named Jim hasn’t dimin­ished any, but Bobs have made big advances again recently. My imme­di­ate super­vi­sor is named Bob and his boss is named, yep, you guessed it, Bob. To dif­fer­en­ti­ate between them they are some­times referred to as Lit­tle Bob and Big Bob respec­tively. Our lat­est Indus­trial Engi­neer is also a Robert and usu­ally went by Bob, but I think as a con­di­tion of employ­ment, he had to will­ing to be known as Rob to avoid fur­ther confusion.

With them ceas­ing man­u­fac­tur­ing at the home office in Florham Park, NJ we have had a few folks from up there make the tran­si­tion to work­ing here in South Car­olina. The last two to join us are both named Bob.

Joey and I will may just start say­ing, “Morn­ing Bobby”, when­ever we pass any­body, because we will have a real good chance of being right.