5.03.2004
the name game
In college, my roommates took great pleasure in having me call in pizza delivery orders. Not because of my sexy phone voice, but because of the many different spellings of my name which would appear on the delivered pizza box. Here's a sampling:
Camille, Camilla, Commie, Camaro (my personal favorite), Connie, Camel, Camo
My roommates would squeal with delight as they tore off the section of cardboard with my "name" in red sharpie and tack it to the wall of our apartment like some oil-stained dinner trophy. That was before I drank coffee. Along with graduation came an administrative job and frequent trips to Starbucks and Einsteins Bagels where, for some reason, employees implemented the letter 'K':
Kamil, Kameo (close), Kameil, Kamel, or forget the 'K' altogether with Amil.
After years of holding up lines of bleary-eyed customers to spell out C-a-m-e-o, I decided to be "Kim" or "Laura". Sometimes I was "Beth". But I started to feel small and regular like the coffee I drank. It was ridiculous - I shouldn't be the one trying to make it easier for them, they should learn to spell my name! So now I make a point of spelling it out. Cameo, that's C - A - M - E - O. The result is still the same, misspelled kreative koncoction, but I feel much better about speaking up...after all, there's only one me:)
It's Cameo...Miss Hill if you're nasty.
Camille, Camilla, Commie, Camaro (my personal favorite), Connie, Camel, Camo
My roommates would squeal with delight as they tore off the section of cardboard with my "name" in red sharpie and tack it to the wall of our apartment like some oil-stained dinner trophy. That was before I drank coffee. Along with graduation came an administrative job and frequent trips to Starbucks and Einsteins Bagels where, for some reason, employees implemented the letter 'K':
Kamil, Kameo (close), Kameil, Kamel, or forget the 'K' altogether with Amil.
After years of holding up lines of bleary-eyed customers to spell out C-a-m-e-o, I decided to be "Kim" or "Laura". Sometimes I was "Beth". But I started to feel small and regular like the coffee I drank. It was ridiculous - I shouldn't be the one trying to make it easier for them, they should learn to spell my name! So now I make a point of spelling it out. Cameo, that's C - A - M - E - O. The result is still the same, misspelled kreative koncoction, but I feel much better about speaking up...after all, there's only one me:)
It's Cameo...Miss Hill if you're nasty.
