That's not my name
Over the years I’ve done quite a bit of work in music venues, mainly in London but a few festivals here and there too. It started off with bar work but after a few years I moved on to box office stuff – credit card collections, guest list, stuff like that. Here I liaised a lot with security, all of whom knew me from when I had been running around changing beer barrels and cleaning up puke. Perhaps if I had changed fewer barrels I would have dealt with less puke, but I suppose it’s best not to dwell on these things.

Anyway, one of them wasn’t sure of my name, and one day tentatively called me Andy (my name is not Andy). I could tell he was being a bit cautious as he sort of mumbled it, so obviously I did what any normal Englishman would do in this situation - take the bull by the horns and pretend I didn’t quite hear it - therefore missing the opportunity to nip it in the bud.

Unfortunately my mischievous box office colleague cottoned onto this and immediately made a point of blaring out my new name while in front of said security.

“ANDY! Security need some envelopes. Get them some envelopes ANDY!” And so on...

So now he is confident that my name is Andy... and this was about 5 years ago. I still frequent the venue and he still works there, so now I have to answer to the name Andy whenever I’m there, hoping he doesn’t say it in front of anyone else who actually does know my name. Miraculously the staff who still remain from my box office days all seem to have a nickname for me, so the lie has been maintained successfully thus far.

Do you know how hard it is to answer someone who calls you a different name? Especially when you see them infrequently! There’s a bloody reason why undercover cops in movies keep the same first name. I have to admit I do find this situation amusing, but what the hell am I going to do if I get rumbled?! I’VE BEEN ANSWERING TO THE NAME FOR YEARS!
(perfectrhys come find me on PS3., Tue 13 Mar 2012, 12:22, 5 replies)

Feh
I've got friends that call me by an entirely different name to the one I usually answer to and I find it quite easy

It comes in very handy in situations where I need a psuedonym
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 13 Mar 2012, 12:28, closed)

You should get a dog, and call it Andy.
Then you can say "Oh it's an easy mistake to make - my DOG'S called Andy, not me! Hahahahaha! No worries!"

That's what I do with my dog.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 13 Mar 2012, 12:32, closed)

I replaced someone at work called John.
He was one of two Johns.

Now we have me, not John, and a real John.

The boss, being a bit of a twat, decided he would call me John. I believe the reason is 'fuck you, I'm the boss, I'll call you what I like'.

For almost a year, even though he was clearly talking to me, I would ignore him. Sometimes I would point out my name was not John, but usually I wouldn't react at all.

He eventually gave it up and started calling me by my real name. Every now and then though, when he calls out John's name, I will say 'yes?'.

Small victory . . . if the receission had got any worse, I'd have had to put up with it.
(username failed moderation, Tue 13 Mar 2012, 13:18, closed)

Ha
I have actually been called Steve at about three or four different jobs now, even though my name is not Steve and i've never openly said it was. I've just gone down the same, bumbling Englishman route that you took and sucked it up.
(Ovon Bort Wondering why he chose this username, since 1999, Tue 13 Mar 2012, 14:23, closed)

I once called the new kid at work by a different girl's name every time.
In an annoying trying-to-be-like-Dr-Cox-from-Scrubs kind of way. He got so used to it that I once yelled "Barbara" (a name I hadn't used before) from the other side of the room and he answered without a blink.
Bless.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Tue 13 Mar 2012, 15:02, closed)