I'm one of those people who doesn't really have secrets from anybody. Within half an hour of meeting the guy who moved in when my old roommate had to move out, I flashed him so he could see my nipple piercings.
I have a memory like a.... Dory, from Finding Nemo. People tell me things like, "My name is Josh" and "I have a younger brother" or "I'm an electrician" and next time we talk I'm like, "So sorry. Forgot your name. And you're a ... carpenter?" But my boss keeps misplacing stuff in the shop and I'm like, "The books are all over there. The scissors are on the second table. There's a scale ruler on the corner of the first table. The green fabric for the bower is in a box underneath this table. The paperwork you set down on my table three days ago is in this folder underneath this box."
I work in theatre. This summer I'm working for the second oldest Shakespeare festival in the country. Really I'm a stage manager but I also work in the props shop and am finding more and more that I prefer run crew.