One night, I introduced myself to a colleague. He said proudly that he doesn’t remember names and that I’ll probably have to introduce myself again. Later, he forgot that we were already introduced and throughout the night I had to re-introduce myself three times.
A few years ago, I spent five days teaching at the Prairielands Jazz Camp in Regina. Brad Turner was also on faculty. At the end of the week, Brad was conducting his big band for the final concert. While he was introducing the band, he announced (from memory) each of the twenty band members with first and last names.
Who made a stronger impression?
Forgetting names consistently is lame and a sign of laziness.
Remembering names is impressive and is a sign of professionalism.