What’s in a Name?
I’ve been e-mailing back and forth with a new guy at the office named Jacque Johnson, and I had this total picture in my head of what he must look like. Finally he scheduled a meeting to discuss something when I’m here at this office.
I often try to picture people based on their names and phone voices, but I’d never talked to Jacque before. I had a vision of a young, hipster, African-American man. Imagine my surprise when I walked up to the meeting room and someone said “Erin?” and I said “Yeah?” and SHE said “Hi, I’m Jacque.”
And she was about as far from opposite of what I had in my mind as could be. I have known Jacquelines and Jacquis, but I kind of just thought Jacque was the French version of Jack.
December 30th, 2009 at 1:47 am
Weird.