Call me Slowe Lainne

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It has taken me nearly a year, but I finally noticed something fun about covering the reception desk.

It is our habit to ask for the first name of each caller so that a) we can allow the person being called a little advance notice and b) so that if the person being called is not available we can come back and say "I'm sorry, Sherry, she's away from her desk right now," and c) so we can keep a log of our calls.

And this last part is where the fun begins. Because maybe it was Sherry that called or maybe it was Sheri or Cherie or Sharie. And when Carol called it could have really been Carole or Karel or Caroll or Caryl or Carroll or maybe I missheard her and her name is really Care Uhl.

Yeah, it's great fun... until you need to find her in the data base and none of the options you can think of work.

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Matthew Carroll said…
Yeah, that's like when William Gannon called at the bookstore to ask where the order was he placed three weeks earlier. We had no record of an order under his name.

So I searched all orders by the title of his books and discovered our clerk had taken down his order for William Hannah.
9:47 PM
Unknown said…
at the *bucks when taking names for drinks i notice that i am quite partial to the letters 'k' and 'y'. At one point i put a lady's name as Karyl.

i think its quite a beautiful spelling.
12:59 PM
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