One Too Many Toms

I thought this was to be my winter. The Winter of Tom.
This is my sixth winter at McMurdo and I've never been
the only Tom. Lynn has always been the only Lynn. She
gets to be unique. A plumber came in today and yep,
his name is Tom. Don't get me wrong. I know I don't
have what you would call an unusual or unique name. It's
not like my first name is Rumpelstiltskin or Ichabod.
(Yes, I'm glad my parents weren't smoking crack and
named me Rumpelstiltskin Hamann...I could have just slit
my wrists while still in the crib!) And I could have been
named William...It looks like there will be up to six guys
here this winter with a form of William as their name.
But once...just once...it would have been nice to be the
only Tom. Tom's over there, or Give that to Tom, or I
heard that Tom did this...instead of someone having to
ask...Which Tom? Hmmm...maybe the "other" Tom would
change his name. We've had a "Atlas" here, and this season
we have a "Grump" and a "Moose". Maybe the other Tom
can change his name...something easy...like Rumpelstiltskin.
Yep...Rumpelstiltskin the Plumber...Has a good ring to it!