a rant; get over it

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Excuse me. Two very simple words. Two tiny words that can change your demeanor in a matter of seconds. Let’s take a look at this two word phrase. Excuse me, is an expression that asks for forgiveness for a social violation, such as bumping into someone or asking someone to move to the side so you can move around them with ease. No more, no less. Excuse me is a simple phrase used throughout daily life, or so I thought.

I don’t know if manners aren’t being taught anymore but often I find myself in daily situations on my commute, in the grocery store, walking home, visiting a tourist location, etc., where it is evident that people don’t know what the phrase “excuse me” means. Even worse, in every situation there is a wide age range of people who are totally brain-dead when this small phrase is uttered.

Without a doubt my mind is blown by the pure lack of response when I say “excuse me” in a crowd of people on the metro, museum, at the office, a restaurant or even on the street. Lately, it has irked me more than usual because it’s a manners issue, it’s a parenting issue. Now, as you all know I am not a parent so really I have no “right” to be saying what comes next, but I’m going to say it so take all of the offense you want; I don’t care. I don’t care anymore because apparently parents are not doing their “jobs” anymore and teaching simple courtesies of the world to their children who in-turn will be ruling the world in the coming generations. [Gawd, if​ I read this I’d think this was written by the most crotchety old person of all time who hated everything and everyone].

Maybe my Midwest upbringing made me nicer than the normal person. Maybe my kickass parents taught me more than the average parent. Maybe I notice (more than the average Millennial) that kids are running rampant around without control because kids freak me out. Maybe the fact that the phrase “excuse me” is common anymore should be. Call me old school, but let’s bring these tiny two words back into our normal repertoire. I’m lobbying for this phrase to be common until the day I die.


on spelling my name

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One thing that pushes my buttons more than anything in the world is people who don’t spell my name correctly, even after I correct them. My name: Kendal Ann, is not hard, nor is it a peculiar name; in fact it’s not even crazy spelling. People who often spell my name wrong are those in close proximity of me, which makes no sense to me. If we’re constantly around each other shouldn’t you know how to spell my name?

It bugs me more than anything when people spell my name wrong, especially when my barista at Starbucks calls me a different name. My name: Kendal Ann, again is not a hard name to spell. My name is my email address, both for my personal account and my work account. If you are sending me an email shouldn’t you know how to spell my name? The correct answer is yes, but that is in a perfect world. My name is on my electronic signature, and I also sign my emails. With not one or two, but THREE opportunities to see and read my name, it floors me that people still spell my name wrong, and it is absolutely beyond me when people write Dear Kendra- that’s not even my name!

Back in college, I took two journalism classes for my major and I came out with one serious lesson: NEVER spell anyone’s name wrong. If we spelled someone’s name wrong, we would automatically get half the points deducted. The first day of class, our professor asked us: if you have ever had your name in the paper raise your hand (everyone in class raised their hand). He went on by saying: keep your hand up if your name was spelled wrong in the paper, everyone but two kids kept their hands up. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? How can you be so careless to spell someone’s name wrong, especially when this is your job?

Bottom line is: Take pride in your work if you are a journalist or otherwise. If you are sending me an email and my name is spelled wrong, or you can’t even get my name right, my level of respect for you has been cut in half. Take the extra three seconds to double check; it’s not hard and it will be worth it in the end– you won’t look like a fool.