Now before I get into this, I’ll let you know that Justin Brady is my pal. I like the guy. I don’t always agree with what he says, but that’s what makes him interesting. He’s well aware that I am posting this, in fact he even sent me the picture. Guess he wants the traffic, so here goes…
Now, if you’ve met Brady, you’ve undoubtedly seen this name badge fastened to his chest.
Now Brady will most likely argue that by wearing this, it makes him memorable. Look, I can do things that make me memorable too, but looking like the bell hop at the Hilton is not one of them. When I see Brady wearing this, I want to hand him my luggage.
Brady will also argue that this hotel reference is a take on his company’s “high level of service,” he might even throw in the word “concierge” – I’m not buying it.
Now, I don’t really have a problem with Brady wearing this thing to the Central Iowa Bloggers meeting or to Des Moines Tweet Ups. These kinds of name badges have their place. My issues is when he wears it to La Hacienda on Ingersoll during lunch with me. I mean, I know your name, Brady. Can you imagine waking up every morning, and grabbing a “Hello My Name is ______” sticker and putting it on your chest? When we went to lunch the other day, he opened the door for me…I actually thought about tipping him!
Brady wears this thing like a scared fraternity pledge. Is he worried about getting hazed if he doesn’t wear the pin? What does his wife think of all of this? Maybe he’s waiting to lavaliere her. I can see him settling in at home, putting on his robe and attaching his name badge to the front as he checks in on Foursquare “off the grid” and snuggles up with his iPhone.
Brady: Thanks for your sense of humor on what was a fairly light week for worst of the week candidates.
Everyone else: The scary thing about posting this blog post is that Brady will now never give up the name badge and this post solidifies its overall value for him. For that, I apologize.
Congrats Justin Brady, your lame name badge is Worst of the Week!
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Worst of the Week: Your Lame Name Badge
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