Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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The thing I mind the most is when people give me a nickname. I've introduced myself or been introduced as Elizabeth, so don't say, "Hi, Beth!" or "Hi, Liz!"
I have the same problem, only inverted. I introduce myself as Steph -- simple, one syllable -- and invariably the person will reply, "StephANIE?"
And all I can think is, seriously? Adding 2 syllables that I didn't originally speak is *easier* for you?
ONE. SYLLABLE.
I call all but friends whatever they introduce themselves to me as. I think that may be part of why one person thought I hated her. Hadn't known her very long so called her by her full first name, although other people called her by a shortened nick. I'm not picking that up before a few years or more unless you tell me to.
After that? It's anything we come up with on a drunken weekend. Ask Chicken.
ONE. SYLLABLE.
Like Cher, dammit!
(Ha! Just realized I shortened yours to "Zen"! Oh the irony...)
Hee! That's okay, though. I've been called "Zen" both here and in RL, and I like it - almost better than my own actual name. Not for the meaning necessarily as the sound of it.
Steff? Staff? Staph? Steve?
I am a name-chopper. I love short, cute, I am more familiar than you nicknames for people.
However.
Since meeting Buffistas and being gently but firmly alerted to the fact that not everyone likes their name chopped, I now only do it in my head.
I particularly feel this with regard to first names. I hate it when people I don't know use my first name.Yes, yes! I feel the same way. I especially hate it on phone calls. You can't even see my face! Don't use my first name!
In terms of nicknames, one of my old coworkers used to call me "Kris." This was not a coworker I knew well or even particularly liked, and Kris is a nickname that has generally only come from my closest friends (I love it if it comes from them, but it feels really intrusive coming from someone I don't know as well). She made me twitch every time she said it, which is sad since I know it wasn't her intent.
After that? It's anything we come up with on a drunken weekend. Ask Chicken.I read this fast and thought you were saying that someone's nickname was "Ass Chicken." This makes me giggle because I'm 12.
Side note: ita, I feel like I barely saw you (or anyone, for that matter) at the party. I know it's difficult for you to make plans with your headaches, but if you ever have free time on a weekend and would like coffee, I'd love to sit down and really chat. Burrell, same goes for you. It was so great of you both to come.
Also, I just got the final pictures from our photographer friend who was at the party, and there are a few more cute Buffista shots. I'll put them up on Flickr in a bit.
She made me twitch every time she said it, which is sad since I know it wasn't her intent.
might not have been her intent, but if she couldn't see you twitch, she was just oblivious. That's what we like to call willful blindness.
I read this fast and thought you were saying that someone's nickname was "Ass Chicken." This makes me giggle because I'm 12.
Poor HN, because it may be now! Not really...well maybe...
I don't mind first name usage in anything but a cold call. My friends' children call me Miss DJ and family members' children call me Auntie DJ, regardless of actual relation.
Any of you are welcome to call me by my first name, or DJ or Daisy or whathaveyou, though in mixed company people will be confused. They have a completely different set of nicknames for me.
Also? I cannot stand it when people add the y to my husband's name. I hate it worse than when they misspell it with an h. It's overly familiar is what it is, and I will cut you.
Okay, first, Steph, your name has two syllables: Steffle. It`s like amych/amyth in that it has by now become irreversible in my subvocal reading. And secondly, we`re weird in that we are in a field where all our coworkers go by Mr./Mrs./Miss/Ms. but we don`t. It`s deliberate; we`re setting ourselves up as adult non-authority figures. But it does make it sound odd when all the other teachers are formally addressed and we`re talked to as if the kids were kicking it with their buddies.