I keep ending up with really random stuff in my car. This is not at all different from usual as it's not uncommon to find a lone sock, a pile of glitter, and enough crumbs to make dinner. Lately, though, I've upped the ante with a variety of work things. They're very random, trust me.
Part of the collection of random things were in a box. The box happened to be labeled with my name, except not. For some reason, for as long as I can remember, if people have gotten my name wrong, they've called me "Melissa."
Seriously.
My entire life.
Either people get it right and call me "Michelle" or the get it wrong and I'm "Melissa." Always Melissa. There are no other names that get attached to me.
So there was a box and it said it was for "Melissa" and Alexis saw it. Her head exploded from the fact that it isn't my name. She thought it was hilarious that someone couldn't remember my real name. Which, it's no big deal in my head. At least when people get it wrong I still know to answer because Melissa. ALWAYS MELISSA.
I explained as much to Alexis. I gave her a short list of some of the people who have called me Melissa. The list includes family, friends, total strangers, co-workers, and lots of people who Alexis has met over the years.
She was stunned. How is it possible that it's ALWAYS the same?
We left the conversation with a debate. I say it's a thing. There are lots of people who have a not-name that is consistent. She says that's crazypants. What say you, internet?
