It’s not at all funny when people don’t get my name right. Ang ikli-ikli na nga ng name ko hindi pa makuha ng tama. It’s tiring and frustrating at the same time.
Oyen called Osteria Daniele, the Italian restaurant in BGC, to reserve a table for 3. She repeated my name 10 times and the person on the other line just couldn’t get it and stuck to Ahmee Yee. Sige na nga Ahmee Yee na.
Last night the second person who answered the DSL hotline also thought my name was Amy. “Amy Yee?” “Annie”. “Amy Yee?” “ANNNNIIEEE! Ey En En Ay EE. Annie. En as in November!”
A week before I came back, I spoke with a Mexican contractor on the phone.
He sounded friendly and accommodating, inviting me to visit his house and to meet his wife too. After spending 30 minutes on the phone, just before we said bye, he forgot pala my name so he asked again.
“What is your name again?”
“Annie”.
“Okay Bye Amy…”
“No it’s Annie, En”.
“Ahh nnie”
“Yes, that is correct”
“Okay, gracias Amy”.
This morning, I called up the dental clinic to reschedule my appointment.
A—- I would like to reschedule my appointment to Thursday 10 am.
Dental assistant —-“Sige mam, what is your name?”
A—–“Annie Yee’
DA—-“Lannie?”
A—–“Annie Yee”
DA—-“Amy Dee”
A—–‘Ahhh neee, en, Yee, why, ee, ee”.
DA—-“Ah, Annie Tee”.
