Sunday, June 29, 2008

In Which I Prove AGAIN That I Am A Dork; Or, What's In A Name?

I am such a dork. A big, huge, ridiculous, dork.

I believe I have mentioned once or twice that I'm in a rock band. *grin* Well, we rock band members often communicate via e-mail. Just a few moments ago, I received a message from one of the band members. The email was sent to the entire group although the content was directed at one member in particular. This member's name is Jon. My name is Jen. (I just like to pretend to be Guinevere Meadow. It sounds so much more mysterious and foreboding.)

Anyhoo. This email said "Hey Jon, please send us all the pictures you took at such-and-such an event last week."

Because I'm a dork and I didn't read carefully, I thought the message said, "Hey Jen, please send us all the pictures you took at such-and-such an event last week."

Trouble was, I wasn't at this particular event. I certainly didn't take any photos.

So I hit "reply all" and proved to the whole band that I can't read. I said something to the effect of, "Hey guys, I wasn't at this particular event, and I certainly didn't take any photos."

I am sure I will be mocked mercilessly for years to come. They're still mocking me for the time spell-check changed "Jen" to "Ken" and I didn't catch it.

To try and desperately recover some shred of dignity, I sent the following three emails to the group once I caught my blunder:

Oh for heaven's sake. I'm such a dork.

Ignore me, please.

Jon, Jen, Ken....

And would it trouble you all to know that just prior to reading Ivy's message and mistaking "Jon" for "Jen," I was writing a lesson plan to teach a kindergarten student about phonics and letter recognition??!!! Yes, I really was...

The letters are just swimming around on the screen. Perhaps I'm slightly dyslexic.

Ken, I mean Jen, I mean Jon, I mean Ron, I mean Rob, I mean.... who the heck am I??!!!!!

and finally,

I hereby insist that we change the spelling of Jon's name to "John" so that I won't get confused again. Or maybe we could just rename him to something else entirely that won't be confused with anyone else in the band. "Eugene" perhaps, or "Geraldo."

-Jim Ken Jon Jo-Bob Billy Sue Luanne Suzy Q.


I'm glad I have a sense of humor and can laugh at myself.


Awesome Mom said...

Lol! I think that all of us have done silly things like that, we just hide it.

Amber said...

Jen, Jon. Don't feel so badly.

I had a beautiful roommate in college who had a very sweet but insecure boyfriend (whom she later married). When they went to their respective homes that summer, she told him one night on the phone that she had gone out with her friend Bruce.

Her boyfriend stewed about this all summer, only to find out it was her friend RUTH, not Bruce. :-)

Erin said...

Ha! I do things like this ALL the time, and it is so embarassing as an English teacher.

I noticed from your about me section that you like the Mitford series. We have that in common, too! I have read ALL of them, and I admit, I get dorkishly excited when a new one comes out.

Haley said...

LOL! This is pretty funny! :-)

the dragonfly said...

That's just the way it goes some days. :)

Anne/kq said...


I thought my friend was saying "Boo" when she said "Moose" (her nicknames for her three-year-old and newborn, respectively) and hilarity ensued. I agree we've all done something like that!

Perhaps he can henceforth be referred to in print as "Jonathan."

Or simply "Man-who-is-not-Jen." :p

Sheila @ Dr said...

You redeemed yourself with the ensuing and hilarious e-mails. I much prefer people who laugh at themselves. They are so much fun to be around and then everyone seems to relax a bit.

Damselfly said...

That's OK, Barbara. You always keep us laughing. And we're not laughing at you; we're laughing with you. :)

White Hot Magik said...

Too funny! I love your posts Ken, err I mean Jen. ; )

Mamacita Tina said...

Our brains do crazy things! I tend to flip words around in sentences when I speak.