It's usually little things that really piss me off. I've always been irritated by people changing their names. And being such a name snob myself, you would think I would not care. Especially if it were an improvement. I would probably applaud a radical, left field moniker. But changing your name from Dave to David to accompany a bump in title/salary and cross country relocation, smacks of pompousness to me. Maybe I am just jealous.
My own father went with a late-in-life Bob to Robert transform. I still can't get used to it.
So if you want to rub me the wrong way, ask that I start calling you some variation of name by which I have always known you to something completely different. For a reason clearly undefined.
Today I received an email from my aunt Chris. It was signed:
I cropped the screen grab to provider her some anonymity. Lea? She's signing mass correspondence with her middle name? I did not get the memo. Perhaps the (Mum) in parenthesis iced my irritated cake? But the cherry was this:
Aunt Chris, if your committing to this Lea business, at least change your email preferences. Thank you. That's all.