Blame the parents
Hi, nice to meet you my name is Victoria.
At least it might as well be, and to be honest, if my name was Victoria it would certainly make life a whole lot easier down under.
Now don’t get me wrong, before I offend every Victoria everywhere, I like the name Victoria, it’s very nice, the trouble is . . . its not my name!
I don’t know what it is, my accent? do I talk too fast? am I speaking another language? is it the volume? Well, whatever it is it seems that out of the many people I have introduced myself to thus far, 90% have repeated back to me,
“Victoria? Lovely to meet you”
How many times can you say “no no not Victoria it’s Rhian, Rhian, RHIAN, REEEANNN” (if all else fails say it phonetically), before it just gets beyond embarrassing and instead of continuing a nice getting to know you conversation we both awkwardly slope off because it is all just too hard.
I mean it doesn’t even sound like my name does it?
I blame the parents!
N.B Even the spellcheck picked up my name as the only spelling error!