Yesterday after the MPRE, I went to lunch/retail therapy with 2 of my favorite law school ladies. Before hopping in our cars, we decided to stop at Peets to grab coffee. I walked up to the counter:
Counter Gal: Hi, can I help you?
Me: Hi, may I have one of those Vanilla frozen yummy things (I used the actual name...can't tell you what it's called)
Counter Gal: Sure, anything else?
Me: No that's it.
Counter Gal: Ok, that's $3.83. May I have your name?
Me: Sure, it's Bianca, b i a n c a (that's me spelling)
Counter Gal: Thanks.
My name gets called when my drink is ready and the guy said "I don't even want to tell you how that's spelled."
Today I went to Starbucks to get a drink and my name was butchered again.
You'd be surprised how often my name is mispelled. Examples:
"Beanca" - how this guy who had a crush on me spelled my name on a Valentine he sent me in 2nd grade. He shouldn't be surprised that it didn't work out.
"Beyanca" - I think people think "bianca" is similar to "Beyonce" and therefore spelled the same. No, it's not.
"Beonca" - Be.On.Ca. I guess I could see that...
"Bianka" - Ok, I quit.
When I was little, I really hated my name. Kids in school constantly told me that I had a weird name and I would explain that I was named after Bianca Jagger and they thought I was weird. Years later I think it's really rad that I'm named after her and I embrace it. I got used to people misspelling it, so I got into the habit of spelling it for people which is met with 3 responses: 1) They spell it correctly (yay!); 2) They butcher it anyway, meaning they didn't listen or were annoyed/don't care; 3) They say "I know how to spell, thanks."
Maybe I should make a bedazzled nametag and wear it around town. Not the best look for me, but maybe people will start spelling my name corrctly. Or I could just take my coffee and be quiet.