How do you react when someone mispells or mispronounces your name?
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I tell them how it's pronounced, if they matter. Other Finnish speakers wouldn't mispronounce my name, but English speakers have no idea.
I don't care if it's some clerk or something, but if it's a friend or someone I expect to say my name often, I try to tell them how to pronounce it.
I don't care if it's some clerk or something, but if it's a friend or someone I expect to say my name often, I try to tell them how to pronounce it.
Half my friends call me Zach and it's not even my real name. I can live with misspellings and mispronunciations.
My first name is Samuel, though I go by Sam, so no one screws that up, though I've had a few people mishear it as Tim on the phone. My last name, on the other hand, is evidently very hard for people to get right. Hancock, like the Declaration of Independence guy (Amerians are familiar with that reference), but just about everyone asks if there's a "d" in there.
My name is written like this: "Dung", but it is pronounced like this: "Zung". I gotta get a new name...
With a name as simple and as widely used as Ryan, it astounds me just how certain people (one of my cousins specifically) simply cannot refrain from calling me Brian constantly. Even if we've only just told him, he'll say 'Brian' in the very next sentence.
Then again, the poor guy is apparently a drug fiend so that would explain a lot.
Then again, the poor guy is apparently a drug fiend so that would explain a lot.
People mispronounce my last name all the time. It's Kohn, pronounced "kon" but people pronounce it as "kone" for some reason. I've just gotten used to it.
My last name is Migl(Meegel rhyme it with Smeagol), it's Czech but being in Texas half the fucking idiots down here pronounce it Miguel and it infuriates the piss out of me.I could take Migl as a mispronunciation because its spelled like that but not Miguel god it annoys me.
I imagine them being impaled, burned, and drown in gasoline simultaneously. I understand my name is difficult, but when I correct them, they still get it wrong sometimes even getting it worse than their first attempt. And let's not forget the many times I have to tell people the story about Genghis Khan over and over again as to why my mother named me after that guy. It makes me want to just conquer the world just to scare the crap out of everybody. GGRRRRRR. Time for my happy pill.
Well, we've always had a problem with our last name- so much so, in fact, that twice now- twice, that is, two completely separate occasions- whilst getting tombstones made, the kindly engravers decided that "distraught" as we were, we had all forgotten how to spell our surname. All of us.
And, of course, they "fixed" it. Boy, were we mad.
And, of course, they "fixed" it. Boy, were we mad.
My job means I'm on the phone quite a lot, so I'm forever getting called Colin, Karem, Carl, Carlos (or my personal favourite, last week, Karen).I usually just laugh, spell my name out for them and then add "don't worry about it, I've been called worse". If anything, it's a nice little ice-breaker.
