Most people do not say my name correctly on the first try. Many don’t get it right on the second or third attempt either.
It usually goes something like this:
“Hi, I’m Kiersten.”
“Oh. Nice to meet you, Kerrsten.”
“Oh,” person says, clearly giving up and beginning to think I’m an uptight snot for insisting. “OK.”
Usually, I’m a duck and this is where I let it roll off my back. Every so often though, like a cicada hitting its 17th year, I become uber sensitive to it. I had a choir director named Gordon who would use ever-changing versions of my name except the correct one, and I (fondly) called him on ...Read More