Again with the Victoria!
It happened to me twice this week. Two different businesses called me Victoria, one on the phone and one via email. Both had my name right in front of them.
I have nothing against the name ‘Victoria’, except it is NOT my name. Never has been.
Is the name ‘Veronica’ really that hard to understand, say, or remember?
It seems simple enough to me.
A ‘v’ followed by an ‘e’ followed by an ‘r’ followed by an ‘o’ followed by an ‘n’ followed by an ‘i’ followed by an ‘c’ followed by an ‘a’.
V-e-r-o-n-i-c-a.
Ver-on-i-ca.
Veronica.
This weird glitch in the human brain that causes people to call me Victoria (or sometimes Vanessa, Monica, or Virginia) has plagued me my entire life. You’d think I’d be used to it. Or at least not care.
But I’m not, and I do.
Veronica. My name is Veronica.
Got that?