It's time for a confession; I have a difficult time pronouncing my own first name. Everytime I answer the phone at work, Jonathan lets out a snicker as I stumble over the name portion of my greeting and I let out a little sigh of discontent as I realize that, once again, I've mispronounced my own moniker.
I don't know the remedy to this problem. When I was 12, I tried to adopt my middle name, Wynne, but after too many people kept calling me Wayne, Whyanne and my personal favourite, Whiney, I gave up. (Actual proununciation: Win. It's just like Lynne, except with a W.)
I've tried other solutions. Since it's the "sica" portion of my name that I have trouble saying, I often introduce myself in social situations as "Jess." However, in loud rooms (bars, clubs, publicity parties, concerts or in some of the conferences and marketing events I attend) this is a barely audible syllable that always confuses people.
"You're getting a little better," said Jonathan, in false encouragement this morning, after I got off the phone. But you'd figure that after 23 years with this name, I'd be able to say it by now.
Maybe I'll just change my name to Jennifer.