My work computer knows my name

So I decided to post another blog today, having not done it in quite some time. Apparently, I've used this computer for this before. Which surprises me. I'm not even supposed to be back here on this computer. This isn't my office or computer. But nobody seems to mind.
I've been training new employees at the trolley company on the tour and driving. I'm hot stuff. I was referred to as "the most important guy in a blue shirt" at the company.
I am. Not just at the company but anywhere. I challenge you to find a more important person with a blue shirt on. Blue shirts generally indicate being unimportant. Did fonzie, Jesus or Walter Payton ever wear a blue shirt? Nope. Only the Royals and the Cubs. And I'm more important than both George Brett and Ryne Sandberg. Ask my mother. She's the one that set my life in the trajectory that landed me in the blue shirt anyway. And she knows how important I am.
Excelsior.