Say My Name, Say My Name...

So a couple weeks ago, I received an email from a co-worker. It began, Hi Shannon... 
Say what? 
Since when did my name change to Shannon? I mean, dude, we've worked together for 13 years and you still don't know my name? (This error was later blamed on his "artificial intelligence keyboard" or the fact that he's an asshat)

Then a few days later, G and I were out celebrating our anniversary. The waiter asked our names so the DJ could congratulate us (awwww) and G tells him, and he says, well happy anniversary Gary and Jenny!

Ummmmmm.... jenny? as in Forrest Gump, "Run Forrest Run" Jenny?

At this point, i am drunkenly hysterically laughing. And cussing my parents off for giving me such a difficult name.

I mean, let's be real y'all. Shana. Ok, seeeeems simple enough?
But is it, "shay-na" or "shann-a" or "shaun-a" or "shann-on" or "sha-nay-nay"?
(yeah, i went there with the martin reference, you know you love it.)
Apparently without the much needed "Y", no one knows.

Moral of the story? Give your kids EASY names. Like Joe. Or Bob. Or Mary.

Oh yeah, and we won't even get into how I have a Jewish first name, Italian last name (both maiden and married) and I'm a F-Asian (F-Asian = Fake Asian = adopted by a white family and not raised asian).

So yeah I'm a walking freaking enigma.

On second thought, just call me Jenny from now on.

Happy Friday!