“Hey there [Generic name]!”
[Generic name] looked up from his desk to see a portly man of forty hovering outside his door. It was Samuel Rosenblatt the court’s temporary stenographer, who was filling in for Marie. Marie, the usual stenographer, had taken off a few weeks ago due to her eventual delivery of her forth child. It had only taken two short conversations with the rotund replacement for [Generic name] to know that any further exchanges with this man would be needlessly annoying. And much like anything that is needlessly annoying in life, Samuel Rosenblatt always seemed to be lurking behind every corner, waiting to pop out and irritate him. Having a conversation with Sam was like being stuck driving a manual transmission in traffic, while your dentist preformed a root canal on all of your molars. [Generic name] kept his head down and started scribbling madly on the report in front of him, hoping to ignore the situation and pretend to not have heard the man. But it seemed that today Samuel R. was in the mood for a conversation and he walked right into [Generic name’s] office anyway.
“Terrible day to be stuck in some office, wouldn’t ya say there [Generic name]?” asked Sam.
Forced with the decision of being either terribly rude and continue to ignore the man or facing another dull bantering battle of nitwit-dom with Sam, [Generic name] sighed and politely looked up from his desk to reply, “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Sam made that horrible shrill sound he often made, which [Generic name] had only assumed up to this point was laughter (if it could be even called that), and repeated himself. “I asked you [Generic name], if you thought it was a terrible day to be stuck in some office… So, wouldn’t ya say that it’s a horrible day for that?”
[Generic name] forced a curt smile. “Gee Sam, I hadn’t noticed what kind of day it was being that I am so busy…”

Often when I read the dialogue of novels and short stories (especially short stories) I come across a fictional phenomena that really bothers me, and this is when I read the names of the characters spoken by the said characters in dialogue. It just doesn’t seem like it is a natural way of communicating with anyone, let alone someone a character knows and trusts (like a friend or loved one). But even in a formal situation like the one above, where co-workers are involved, the dialogue is somewhat forced when an author adds the names of his characters in there.
I know that it is just a tool for an author to use in order that his audience may not get confused upon who is currently speaking, but I resent the fact that the author has decided his audience is too obtuse to follow along in a simple conversation. It is as annoying as the character, Samuel Rosenblatt, I newly contrived to iterate my point, or as irritating to read as my [Generic name], which crops up so often in distracting opposing colors. When I read names being dropped with such frequency, I heedlessly lose comprehension of what is actually taking place within the detail of the story. Much like anything needlessly annoying in life that same [Generic name] just keeps popping up out of nowhere...