Last November I told you of my name dilemma.
I’ll quickly recap that post and save you from having to click over and re-read:
I grew up being called “Jenny.” I decided several years ago that I prefer to be called “Jennifer,” though people who’ve known me for a long time call me Jenny. My parents call me Jenny, my inlaws call me Jenny, Tate calls me Jenny. I don’t mind being called Jenny, but when I meet someone new I introduce myself as Jennifer. I sometimes get in sticky situations at gatherings where some people know me as Jenny and some people know me as Jennifer. People feel awkward when they think they’ve been calling me the wrong name.
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard, “Oh! I thought you were a Jenny (or Jennifer)!! What should I call you?”
Mostly this problem was resolved when we moved to Indiana, with the exception of a few of Tate’s coworkers to whom he introduced me as Jenny. This wasn’t a problem because my “Jennifer” friends never really had an opportunity to co-mingle with Tate’s “Jenny” friends.
Now that we’ve moved back to Tennessee, though, this name problem is rearing it’s ugly head.
When we lived here before, I went by Jenny. Now that I’m reconnecting with old friends, I’m having to remember that they knew me as Jenny. I continue to introduce myself to new people as Jennifer, but have already run into the problem of an old friend saying, “Oh! I thought you were a Jenny (or Jennifer)!! What should I call you?”
That sound you just heard was the sound of me deflating in defeat.
It’s EXHAUSTING I tell you, trying to remember which name to use. When I sign emails, when I call someone, it’s a neverending hassle.
And don’t even get me started on the whole OTHER facet of my name dilemma. Jen.
I don’t know, maybe I just need a whole new non-nicknameable name like Kay or June or Mary. What do you think, do I look like a Hazel?