And Don't Call Me Shirley....

I have the worst name in the entire world. No one ever gets it right. Ever.

Case point #1: A lady that gets her printing done with the company I work for calls up every morning around 8:20am and asks to speak to her sales rep who is never there at 8:20am. Every morning she always greets me with a "Oh Hi Deb! How are you this morning?" or "How are you Debbie dear?" which would be fine.....if my name were Debbie. It is not.

Case point #2: I go to night school and I study TV Broadcasting, and my instructor has no idea what my name is. Half the time he calls me Emily and the other half of the time when he sees the attendance list and sees that my name is Sondra, he gets close and for the rest of the night, he calls me Sonya...which is also, not my name.

Case point #3: About 4 years ago, when I worked as a switch board operator at the Westin Hotel, an older lady a few years from retirement worked with me in the morning, her name was Donna. She also had no clue what my name was. She called me Heather. She would get angry when I didn't answer her as she was shouting "Heather!". That is because Heather is not my name.

Am I just so invisible that no one notices me or cares to learn my name? or is it that my name is so bloody hard to say? I don't think it is. Quite frankly, I think people are just lazy and ignorant. Takes too much time to learn a name. Might interfere with all that ass picking they have to do later. I think people just suck.