My name is not difficult. It's Trisha. I'm very easygoing with it. I don't care if people call me Trisha or Trish, as long as they don't call me Patricia, which is not my name, or Georgia. I will never know why, but during my years working in a call center, I was forever being called Georgia. Even my coworkers insisted that's what I was saying. Why the hell would I be calling myself Georgia? I know my own name and how to pronounce it, dammit! I do not understand what's so hard about spelling it, either, because it's spelled exactly as it sounds. I also don't understand why that surprises me because I have never, not ONCE, had someone ask me Jay's name and then not have them ask, "How do you spell that?" Sometimes I've thought of telling them it's just the letter, nothing more, but I fear that will just confuse them further.
I was talking to some CS person on the phone the other day, and for whatever reason she accidentally called me by another name. For whatever retarded reason of my own, I guess I always feel bad when I think I'll make someone else feel stupid, so I rarely correct people when this happens, even when I know eventually I'm going to look much, much more stupid than they would've. Case in point: When she figured out her mistake and said, "I'm so sorry! I was calling you by the wrong name!" I said something even dumber like, "That's ok. I wasn't really paying attention." So now she not only feels stupid that she got my name wrong, but she's probably going to add $30 to my bill since I said I wasn't paying attention. Oh so clever!
This isn't this first time this has happened. Long, long ago I worked in a drugstore and one of my frequent coworkers was an absolute I-D-I-O-T. She was so far out there she may well have been on Pluto. She always looked like a cartoon nanny, crazy hair, glasses down on the tip of her nose, disheveled, and just 100% big ol' goober. I'd already worked with her for several weeks when my sister came in one day and I introduced them. Imagine my surprise the next time I worked with her when she said, "Celeste, could you come here for a second?" I already knew what happened - She had now confused my name with my sister's name. Why, after working together all that time, and they sound nothing alike, I have no idea, but there it was. So what did I do? "Sure, I'll be right over."
And so it continued for many, many weeks, with her "Celeste'ing" me every time we talked. Until.....one day another coworker called me by name, my REAL name, and Space Cadet looked at me even more strangely than usual and said, "Why did she call you Trisha? I thought your name was Celeste."
Keep in mind this was 100% her own stupidity. She had worked with me for MONTHS and called me by my own name, but one brief encounter with my sister and POOF! I was someone else. But apparently it's true that stupid is as stupid does, because this was my oh so brilliant reaction to her second stupid mistake:
Oh, my name is Trisha, but my MIDDLE name is Celeste (it's not) and many people call me that, too (that's not true).
She gave me a very skeptical look and I don't think she ever referred to me by name again.
I guess my point to this one is if you're going to put really, REALLY stupid shit out there, then don't expect anything less in return.
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