My name is Jerlene. J-E-R-L-E-N-E. Do you see an “A” or a “Y” in there?
I get called “Jerlyn” a lot – ALOT. That, I don’t mind. I’m use to it and it’s actually how my name was originally intended to be pronounced.
My name is a combination of my mom’s name and my biological father’s name, which are Linda and Jeremiah. Don’t ask me how they got Jerlene in the end because not even they know, I’ve asked…dozens upon dozens of times.
The one name that I get called a lot as well is “Jarlene”. Jarlene? Are you serious? Come on now. This one, I don’t get, nor do I like it. I don’t know how someone can look at my name, hear people say my name and still actually call me “Jarlene”. Who the fuck names their kid “Jar”? Well, who the fuck names their kid Jerlene, right?
Anyway, I took a leave of absence from work for over a month. When I came back, my name switched from “JERLENE” to “JARLENE” on the schedule. I IMMEDIATELY said something about it. That’s one name that I never liked and probably will never like.
Misspellings, I don’t mind too much. For a good 5 months, even after I said something a bunch of times, my name on my work schedule was “JERLEEN”. I finally got it changed though. I didn’t like the way it looked.
So yeah, the proper pronunciation of my name is “Jer” as in the “jer” in “jerk” and “lene” as in “lean”[like lean meat or lean on me, you know?]. GET IT RIGHT! No, just kidding. Just don’t call me Jarlene. I’m begging you…