Nine years ago, when I took my first job here in Paris, I found that one of my new colleagues was named 'Brigitte'. I excitedly started telling her about how one of my favourite bands had a song featuring her name, and she seemed intrigued.
I brought it the next day and played it for her. She hated it. She thought me a freak for even thinking she might not hate it.
That was the last time I ever spoke to anyone at work*.