I am a critical care nurse, a travel nurse, a travel lover, a dog lover, a dog mom, an introvert (although at work, you'd guess I am extroverted), an empath, an INFJ, a truth seeker, a dreamer, a deeply serious soul with a wicked sense of humor, an aunt, a friend, a daughter, and a sister. These are my thoughts and experiences about nursing and life. I have changed quite a bit since starting this blog, but to honor where I have been and where I am going I have kept all my entries whether or not they are memories that I want to keep. My goal in life is to obtain inner peace, be the change, and mostly to be a beautiful soul! Namaste, my friends!!

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Pet Peeves....

I absolutely HATE when people spell my name wrong. It's Jennie, not Jenny. I'm cooler than Jenny with an "y." I don't think of myself as Jenny with an "y" it's always been Jennie with an "ie." Jennie with an "ie" fits me, the "y" does not. Yes, I'm very irritated. It's not Jennifer either. My birth certificate says Jennie, not Jennifer, not Jenny, not Jenni. OK?! For the love...you'd think after years of knowing me people would learn to spell my name. One time my Dad even spelled my name wrong, oh boy did he pay for it. He'll never live that down. I can't think of a faster way to piss me off than to spell my name wrong or to call me by the wrong name. OK, maybe I can, but the point is, it's not worth your life to do it...don't!!!! Am I overreacting? Yes! Do I care? NO! I'm venting about this so I don't vent about something far serious going on right now. Someone the other day misread the way I wrote my name for "Vennie" then spent the next like 2 minutes trying to convince ME that my "J" looked like a "V." #1- You're being rude, #2- No it doesn't, #3- You're an idiot, #4- This is a professional office and you are NOT being professional, good grief. On the other hand, I do like being called Jen, but mostly just good friends and family call me that. For you to call me Jen you have to be in pretty good standing with me. Or you can just call me J-Slice, lol, and no, I'm not explaining that one, sorry. OK, I'm done venting for now.