Ever had someone call you by the wrong name? Happens all the time to me. Mostly on the phone though when people mistake me for a Jan, not Jen. I solved that problem by always saying…”Its Jennifer speaking…”
When I was a kid I got Jenny a lot. I hated it. For a while I changed the spelling to “Jenni” because I thought it looked cooler. But it never changed the fact that it reminded me of jelly.
- I absolutely can’t stand the look, feel or taste of jelly; and
- Who wants to be likened to a big blobby, wobbly dessert? Not me.
So its either Jen or Jennifer. (Jennifer when I’m in trouble and/or on the phone).
In London I used to work with a guy that insisted on calling me Jill. He’d bring work out to me and say “Oh hi Jill, can you just type this up for me? Thanks Jill, that’s great.” Um, its Jen. Its Jen!!! Nup, for some reason I was immortally burnt into his brain as a Jill. Sheesh. In the end I thought two can play this game and started calling him Derk. His name was Derek. The thing was, he didn’t seem to mind. Maybe names aren’t really his thing. Whatever. Just don’t call me Jelly.
Here is an actual extract from my London journal dated 16 August 1999:-
This post is dedicated to Christine. Or is that Kristy? Thanks my love.