I remember taking archery at Camp Happy T Ranch one summer, our counselor JP (the subject of many crushes though I failed to see his appeal) intentionally mispronounced everyone's name during roll call. He said that he knew he was bound to trip over someone's name, so he might as well mess up everybody's. Until he got to mine. "That sounds right," someone complained. "Yeah, you try messing this one up."
Yet, the good people we are collaborating with at work have succeeded. They have misspelled my name. My first name. Twice. One that they finally corrected a few months ago. (Doc Whitecastle didn't think I was important enough to correct them, though he made DocNice point out when they mispronounced his name) And one that they made afresh yesterday. Maybe they just hate me, but like kids who get less than 25% on 4-choice multiple choice questions- I just don't understand- it's possible, but the odds were completely against them.
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