What’s in a name?
Welcome to my website! I am Tanja, pronounced “Tann-ya.” (Nevermind the “J”, it’s silent. Think Scandinavian, like “Yumpin’ Yiminy” for “Jumpin’ Jiminy”.) It’s “Tann-ya”, like “Can ya?” not “Tahn -ya”, that rhymes with lasagna. Think Sun-Tan, or tan as in beige.
This is all a bit laborious to explain every time I hear my name read from an attendance sheet, a roll call, or resume. I wince when nine of ten times it’s, “Tahn-ya” I hear, and not my given pronounciation, “Tann-ya.”
Most of the times I just deal with it—like the momentary scratch of nails on a chalkboard. It’s easier to take it if I know that I’ll probably never have to deal with the person again, say at the DMV when my renewed, still warm driver’s license is ready, “Tahn-ya, your license is ready,” or I am alerted from a librarian that a book I am picking through library loan is in. “Tahn-ya, your…
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