Here is the other thing about having a memorable name in my business: the receptionists assume someone isn't just pulling the name "Libby" out of their ass, and happily put them through, thinking I must know them. Not good. I had to take action. So, I sent out the following email...
Overnight, Brittany got calls from someone named "J_____ C______" who claims to know me and is very upset about Iran. I do not know him, and I do not want to deal with anyone concerned about Iran in a fanatical sense. I had nothing to do with the situation in Iran. I am assuming this guy is a friend Tina Swallow's... Please do not put through any calls from him to me, even if he asks for me by name.Then the shit began. This was the first response email I got...
OK- I'll have to tell C______ I don’t want to be his 'facebook friend' any more. Also, I will at once stop reading his blog... 'C_______'s Korner'.Then this one...
fine..i won't put any calls through to you...but i'm not sure you didn't have A LOT to do with what's going on in iran.There were others, must most of them were just mocking and asking if this was an old boyfriend/creditor/long lost parent. Finally, one of my co-workers piped up and asked me why I had sent the email, since I was getting so much crap from co workers. My answer was simple, I would rather get crap from people I know, than talk to someone about how I am not doing enough in Iran with someone I don't. Besides I have already done enough to help Iran. I sent their leader my old Members Only jacket. Of course, I signed the card "Kimberly."
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My best friend sent me a text message not too long ago which read, "If someone calls asking for Myrtle Mapplebanger tell them they've got the wrong number." Not only had she given them the RADDEST NAME EVER, but she gave them my cell phone number too. (Thankfully it wasn't a dude she gave the info to, but a member of the congregation she attended. Ha!)
p.s. this blog post made me laugh. You do get far too much attention from the crazies. Your team.
Great laugh! I usually get "Linda" when I tell someone my name and they try to recall it minutes later. I most often let it slide because I probably don't want to talk to them again anyway..
Don't even get me started on the time I was flashed on my way into the newsroom. I was so pissed I called the cops. Of course, the call went over the police radio so everyone in the newsroom knew before I got to my desk. The whole day went like this: So, how big was he? Is it true about (insert racial description here) men and size? Was he aroused? Blah, blah, blah.... No one cared that I was slightly traumatized or nauseated or disgusted. I should have known better ...
I feel your pain. I used to work at our local public access television station. Not only did the place attract the crazies, I had to teach them how to use the equipment to make their own tv shows FULL of crazy. And then I'd have to schedule their shows to air. And then I'd have to field the angry calls from all the other crazies who actually watched the entirety of the crazy shows.
Good times.
You can call the news people at night and bug the shit out of them with crazy talk? Why has no one told me this before?!!
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