We recently “upgraded” our personal lap top experiences to MacBook Pros. In order to make the transition from PC to Mac as smooth and painless as possible we chose to let the “pros” at Apple transfer all of our information from our old computers to the shiny new ones.
My husband just started cackling in bed beside me. In order to find out what amuses him he often makes me play the guessing game. Tonight is no different. I look onto his computer screen to see an email I sent to him. It was about the school board here asking me to fill out a form that’s more involved than legally required. I forwarded that to my hubby with a note telling of the action I am taking (sending it to HSLDA). ANYWAY. I start to freak out thinking that I accidentally sent that forward back to the school board. I have been known to do something like that…to Du’s colleagues at work. Did I make that mistake again?!
He just keeps telling me, “read the email”, “read it”. I’ve read it and am now in panic attack mode. What’s going on that’s so funny!? Seems that the “pros” at Apple who set up our email accounts on these machines completely butchered my last name. So, all the emails I’ve been sending out the past two weeks haven’t really been from me.
Our last name rarely, if ever, is pronounced correctly. And then to have it spelled, Lord have mercy on us. People insert letters that we don’t even pronounce. Do we really speak with marbles in our mouths? Over the phone is the worst. We end up having to use the military way of spelling things out: A = alpha, B = bravo, C = charlie, etc. It’s as if the service industry is attempting to misspell and butcher names; like they’re one upping each other all the time in some high stakes and highly clandestine game of who can alter the name the most. I’d say my pro just scored a lot of points.
P.S. Totally separate subject, but I’m pretty excited that Project Runway starts tomorrow!…or today…depending on when you’re reading this. I have missed you Heidi, but mostly I have missed Tim Gunn. Make it work!