So Frustrating

I rarely do rant posts or commentaries about irregularities in society, but here's one matter I've been so passionately frustrated about all my life, I could go on and on.

Today, I dialed the customer service hotline of my network provider because I had a complaint regarding my SIM card. The person asked me what my name was so he could address me properly. I really appreciated the intention, but why did it take 2 minutes of talk time to relay my name to the person on the other end of the line? And he didn't even get it right. I mean, you can have a sound debate about the RH Bill in two minutes. Is my name really that difficult?

Earlier tonight I was ordering milk tea at some milk tea establishment. You know how they do it. They write names on the cups and pretend to be cool like Starbucks. The lady asks for my name. I spell it out. D-A-N-N-E. She writes "DIANNE". I started thinking to myself some existentialist thoughts like: Who am I? Do I really exist? If I do, am I Danne? Who is Dianne? Is she my alter ego? NO, I'M NOT HER!!!

Haha, I just don't get it, really. Why can't they get it right? :-(

When I was little, all I wanted was to live in peace with a normal name. You know, a name people would not misspell, mispronounce, or make fun of. A name that would make people think I was a girl (and not a boy).

And then the real world started happening, and I realized it's really nice not being mixed up with other people by having a somewhat unique name. It was all good again, I regained confidence in myself. I grew up to be a pretty normal kid, thank goodness haha! Until one day, Starbucks started writing on their cups (which other joints eventually ended up copying, which kinda sucks). I know it must be a nightmare for people who can relate to what I'm trying to say.

And I know too it's not the baristas' fault that they don't know who you are. But just kindly listen please? :-( I don't mind repeating, as long as you get it right.

RAWR!