An open letter
by V.E. on December 16th, 2007
To all telemarketers, people asking for donations, and everyone else brazen enough to call me without already knowing me:
It’s not “Diana.” It’s not “Vee-anna.” It’s certainly not “Um, I’m not sure how to pronounce your name, ma’am…”
For Christ-sakes, my name is “Viannah.” Viannah. VIANNAH. Can I make it any more clear, or are you all just idiots?
That is all.
Sincerely and angrily,
Viannah
PS: “Your Highness” will also do just fine.
My mom gets name-messups all the time too. Her name is Wilane. She’s gotten people calling her William, Elaine, Alaine, Willy, … >_>
You’d think people would READ properly.
At any rate:
Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!
I used to screw up your name a lot in ninth grade, remember? I think that happened until I tried to call you for a project, and your sister hung up because there wasn’t a “Vee-anna” living there. Doesn’t help that you never corrected me on it either.
And telemarketers screw up EVERYONE’S names. I think it’s required. I know I’ve told you about some of the varients we keep getting…