My RL name is Heather, which doesn't leand itself to cutsifying. Thank goodness

My sister's BFF was a Heather. They all called her "Head."

I'm Jennifer to family and pre-college people. In college, people (mostly) shortened to Jen, which I liked a lot. Only one person (co-worker) ever called me Jenny, and she had a lovely accent that made it sound pretty to me, so that was fine. It's never weird when anyone calls me Jennifer, and that's how I introduce myself, but Jen is fine and usually where it ends up. Except it's weird whenever a family member tries it, so they don't. Definitely not Jenny (except for Ingrid).

At least it lets you avoid the whole 8675309 thing.

I had one teacher who insisted on calling me Regina. She could not accept that there is no Re- in my name. I will answer to "Yo, G!" though.

I would never presume to use nicknames that a person's family uses.

I was always sad my name had no real nicknames. But now I have three names! (Real name, meara, and Indy, my drag name). Works for me. I answer to all of them.

I need to get off the couch and go shopping. Golden Globes tonight--dress watch!

At least it lets you avoid the whole 8675309 thing.

Sort of...people go broad with that one. Fortunately, don't hear it much these days.

My mom is one of those people who has a million nicknames for everyone, including the dog.

I am that person with my family. Mostly Bobby and the dog get it. Boberino, Bobbedo, Bobbo, Bobster, and so forth.

Ugh. I just got a stern talking to by my boss. Apparently, all of my coworkers are very frustrated with my lack of punctuality. I get it. It sucks. I suck. It's not like an office job where you can just stay late. It affects everyone, especially this last job when we were carpooling. And apparently there are other things, I think I know some of them but we'll see what they say. I've sent an email apologizing and asking for their input.

I'm just so ashamed and frustrated. That I suck so bad with time, that I can't get up (hi, I go to bed earlier than all those bitches every night), that nobody brought these things up with me before taking them to our boss (E did once a year ago). I hate being a person no one can trust. I don't trust myself.

I'm dreading work tomorrow. It's hard to know that your coworkers question whether or not you are fit enough mentally and physically to do your job. They like me, but they don't trust me. And I don't blame them.

I don't even know what I need right now. I have to get ready for tomorrow and I'm a total mess. Maybe I'll give myself an hour to wallow and then get up. Oh, and if anyone can give me a consistent wake up call at 5:30 am Central Time at least for a couple of weeks, you'd have my undying gratitude and possibly some goodies from New Orleans.

If 5:30 am CST is 6:30 am EST, I would be happy to call you. I am always up by then. Email me your digits.

Ugh, smonster, I'm sorry. I can't believe that your boss can give YOU a talking to what with all the flaky shit he pulls. Oh, well, it's different I guess when you're the boss.

I hope your co-workers respond to your request for feedback in a kinder way than running to the boss behind your back.