Wednesday, February 23, 2005

a rose is a rose...unless that's not her name

When I first started my last job, I kept calling my workmate Raewyn by the wrong name. Every time I called her Jan though, she eventually would respond - without correcting me. It must have been weeks before I realised, and only after I heard someone else call her by the correct name.

Today I did a similar thing, except in a way it was much worse. Worse, because the person I was offending was an external person, someone from whom I was requesting free booklets and stuff. Worse also because we were corresponding by email, and her name was clearly laid out under each reply. It was really embarrassing.

I think I'll blame the old pregnancy hormones. I didn't think to do it at the time, when I wrote my apology to her - but then that opens up the where-do-I-draw-the-line-with-broadcasting-my-pregnancy can of worms, anyway.

3 comments:

Jon said...

That kind of thing happens to everyone, Just get in the habit of calling people 'you', or pointing at them when you speak to them to avoid any embarassment ;)

Violet said...

It gets worse - I also have a habit of not remembering people's faces. I might spend an hour chatting to someone, then two weeks later he'll come up to me to say hi and I won't have a clue who he is. It got to the point where I would just pretend I recognised them even if I hadn't...which leads to another story and another post...

Nigel Patel said...

Twice this year I have had dudes talking to me and they obviously knew me but I was just smiling and nodding and wracking my brain about "Just who is this person?"