People repeat my name back to me wrongly often enough that getting it wrong after thirty seconds is unremarkable. The second time I say it it's really me saying, no, I care.

People repeat my name back to me wrongly right after I say it too! Of course, I think I pronounce my name incorrectly as well. I say NAY-deen, people say nuh-DEEN, and I think it is really nah-deen (in french or italian, anyway). I think I hav shared before that I pretty much answer to any name that starts with N (Naomi being the most common). I also answer to Renee, but I haven't gotten that one in awhile. When I worked at a customer service desk, I also answered to Chantel (another worker's name). I hate correcting people.

Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes for Ellie. I will share them with her when I see her tomorrow.

They will read the entire news story with perfect nondescript broadcasting accent, until they get to the person's name. Then full on Latino pronunciation.

Sammy's dad's name is Gilberto. He prefers to be introduced as Gilbert to non Spanish speakers but absolutely everyone who knows him calls him Beto. But with a very Spanish sounding "t" and "o". And even though I am totally not a native speaker, I can't bring myself to say it without switching my tongue to Spanish. It's sounds grating to my ears in regular English.

I never remember people's names. It's so bad that I have to tell people I've worked with for six years that I don't know their names. I sometimes say Hi passing them in the hall or in the break room. I know their voices from over the cubicle walls but I rarely see their faces. god help them if I see them outside of work and I don't have the extra context clues to tell me that I do know this person who stopped me at the store by name.

Man, I'm going crazy trying to remember a children's/YA book I read back in the 80s. It was with a couple kids that were trying to collect weird saint and martyr reliquaries so that an evil force couldn't get its hands on them for whatever evil purpose. I think it was sci-fi/fantasy rather than some weird Catholic indoctrination type of thing. Does anyone remember this book at all? probably written in the 70s or 80s.

My last name is always mispronounced. But I don't bother to correct people, except students.

I hate when people at a place like starbucks want me to spell my first name so they can write it on a cup. What's the point?

OMFG, what an ass. And not a very good zombie, either. And is it just a coincidence that he's chasing all black people (except for the one white guy on the b-ball court)? WTFF.

That was my thought too, smonster. Fucking asshole.

I think of my names as easy enough to pronounce although I have to admit I use variant spellings pretty much all the way. But about 20 years ago, strangers switched from usually guessing my name correctly to usually butchering it almost beyond recognition. So now when anyone calls me asking for Mrs Ash-er or Mrs Ah-shay-ah, I know it's a marketing call right away.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone. Other than work, my strategy for the day has been to refuse to do anything I don't want to do.

I hate when people at a place like starbucks want me to spell my first name so they can write it on a cup

This is why as much as I go by just my first name in many places, sometimes I just go by the last. It's a perfectly normal surname that almost everyone spells correctly. And it could totes be my first name--whatever--you wanted something you can write down and I'll notice when you call? Trust me, this is the way it works best.

My friend's last name is Orzechowski, and whenever anyone askes for his last name, he says "smith"

We have a guy here that we call [name changed to protect the innocent] Rob B. He's not the only Rob B here, but he is the Rob B, because no one, including him and his father are sure about how his last (Thai) name is pronounced. I actually feel I can do a good job at its pronunciation, but I absolutely cannot get Outlook to autocomplete it correctly. I have to look up all the Robs and go from there.

And there's one (Indian) woman here whose name I totally guessed kinda right, but my old boss mispronounced consistently and deliberately--up to the point where I had to say it wrong in front of him to avoid being corrected. Poor woman. I spent two weeks going "Say it again...wait, you sure? That's not what I've been told..." to her.

And, jesus, when we had an Eda here it was a continual nightmare. Like, C/Katha/erines of the world? I don't know how you do it. People would come up to me, start conversations,, and then go "...Wait...sorry....wrong one..." and then leave. Not to mention all those times she'd be referred to in meetings and I'd have to check if it was time to pay attention or not.