As I get ready for my one Zoom call today for work in my home office, I wonder what my new coworkers will think of me. But the bitter truth is that I already know. They’ll see my name “Richard” and think it tells them everything I need to know. With a name like Rich, I must be rich, right?

Wrong. In reality, there’s a lot that you won’t see on the surface when you first meet me. You won’t know how many phone calls I had to make to my great uncle just to get into college. You won’t know how hard I grind every day to pay all three of my adult children’s credit card bills. You won’t know that even though my name is “Rich,” I’m actually just upper middle class.

I really do want to clear the air, because I don’t want anyone to assume I’m out of touch. I’m just like the rest of you. I spent a lot of money on my Peloton, but not so much money that I’m actually good at cycling. My dad was friends with Al Gore, but you know, they weren’t that close. My parents live in one of Forbes’ most expensive zip codes from 2020, but it’s a new year—who’s to say that it’s still that expensive? It couldn’t be clearer—I’m just a slightly above average Joe, nothing more, nothing less.

It’s about time for me to go to work, and I can’t decide if I should explain this to my coworkers. I guess it’s probably best that I just keep it to myself—I wouldn’t want to take away time from talking about “capital” or “stocks” or whatever it is we do. Instead, I’ll just change my nickname. What a brilliant idea! It’s time for everyone to meet Dick. That’s a name that they certainly won’t associate with anything.

—K. Walsh