It's Jen, Ms. Nelson if you're nasty...

I apologize, but a mid-afternoon rant is in order. There are very few things in life that really make me bonkers (people walking in the middle of a sidewalk, the Flaming Lips CD “Soft Bulletin” and turtlenecks are at the top of the list!)

The other is being called “Jenny.”

In my professional life, I usually go by “Jennifer.” Once I’ve put in a brutal 12+ hour work day with someone, they are given the honor of calling me “Jen” which is how I am addressed by all my friends.

No one EVER calls me “Jenny.” Period.

*(the only slight exception is my grandma, but when she says it in her cute West Virginian accent , it’s more like Gin-eeee...and heck it’s grandma, she could call me George if she really wanted too!)

Back to the present offense, a manager I’ve been recently assigned to the past 2 days has taken to calling me “Jenny” for no apparent reason. My phone extension, email, nameplate....ALL say Jennifer. In the meetings, (that she has been in attendance, and conscious) everyone calls me Jennifer.

I’ve politely tried several times to emphasize this without being too rude, “Yes, this is JENNIFER speaking” and of course signing all email and internal correspondence with my formal name (that’s typically about 30emails and 40-50 signed printouts....not exactly a small amount). But alas, the clod apparently is to darn thick to get a clue. Hmmm, maybe I could spray paint her office ala Homer Simpson...... I AM JENNIFER!