That was my nickname about fifteen years ago – Number 41. It was an inside joke between me and my manager. I once told him that there was a mood developing among the team members that I could best compare to a scene in the movie Ben Hur.  Ben Hur, at one point, is serving as a galley slave on a Roman ship.  A Roman officer addresses the slaves, telling them:

“You are all condemned men. We keep you alive to serve this ship. So row well and live.”

Ben Hur was referred to simply as slave #41… and, after I offered my observation, I, too, became #41.  He would pass me in the hallways and say, “Good morning, 41″ and we’d just smile about the significance of that statement.