The Name Game
So there's this guy in my office who thinks my name is Angela. It is both hilarious and sad, mostly because whenever I hear the name Angela I automatically envision myself as a sulky Clare Danes sneaking off to the boiler room with Jered Leto in My So-Called Life, and because I'm amused by the fact that he doesn't even have the first letter of my name right...Angela, Danielle? I just don't see how he got it...even if he DID mishear my name. Also, I'm too apathetic to care to even tell him it's wrong.
posted by danielle @ 11:54 AM
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Maybe he's a MSCL fan, too...Angela's sister's name was Danielle, after all, so maybe he's just transposing the two.
On a related note, when I worked at the Union, there was a janitor who always called me by the wrong name (I think Beth, which was the name of my dominatrix boss...ew). Anyway, I never bothered to correct him. On my last day there, they had this fruit tray for me, and I was trying to give some of it away before I went home. He wandered up and asked what the food was for, and one of my co-workers said, "It's Clare's last day." He was like, "Who's Clare?" My co-worker pointed at me and was like, "Her." The janitor was like, "You let me call you Beth this whole time??" I tried to be all like, "Oh is THAT what you were saying?" but it was mortifying. So just don't ever let him hear anyone else call you Danielle.
Also, don't have sex with him unless you want him moaning "Angela" in your ear.
"Angela" makes ME think of "Who's the Boss." Angeler. Oh, Tony Danza. I'd much rather be reminded of Jordan Catelano. Danielle, we miss you down here. Good luck in the icky snow!
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