Never A Plain Jane
My first name is a fairly common one that is frequently mixed up by customers for a much more common one. Let’s say my name is Joan and the other name is Jane. This has never caused a problem for me or offended me. It didn’t this time, either, but this is the story of the oddest time it happened.
In the late 1990s, I was working for a locally-owned store that sold home decorating things — wallpaper, lamps, etc. In between helping in-store customers one busy Saturday afternoon, I took a phone call from a man.
Me: “Thank you for calling [Store]. This is Joan. How may I help you?”
Customer: *In a friendly, upbeat voice* “Hi, Jane. This is [Customer]. I need [list of disparate items]. Can I have those put on hold?”
Me: “Sure. May I make take your information and call you back?”
He agreed. I searched for and found all the needed products. Then, I called him back.
Me: “Hello, this is Joan calling from [Store]. I’ve found all the items you requested, and they are on hold at the service desk through tomorrow.”
Customer: *Again in a friendly, upbeat voice* “Great. Thanks, Jane. I’ll pick them up in an hour.”
An hour later, I was at the service desk when a smiling middle-aged man walked up to the counter.
Me: “Hi! How can I help you?”
Customer: *In the same friendly, upbeat voice* “Hi, I’m [Customer]. Jane put some things on hold for me.”
Me: “Oh, yes, that was me. Let me find your hold. Just so you know, my name is Joan, not Jane.”
Customer: *Suddenly and loudly* “OH, THANK GOD!”
I stared at him in surprise and shock for a moment. At the same time, his facial expressions rapidly went from relief to embarrassment, but he regained his composure quickly and explained.
Customer: *In a quiet, serious voice* “My ex-wife’s name is Jane. Our divorce was recently finalized. My teenage children and I are redecorating the family home now that she’s moved out. I’m glad to be talking to a Joan and not a Jane.
I quickly tried to redirect the conversation back to home décor.
Me: “Ah… I’m sorry to hear about that. Let me get your hold.”
After that, our interaction was normal, but he was much more subdued than he had been. I got his hold, answered his questions about the products, and helped him find a few more items he needed. He was nothing but polite to me the whole time.
People still mess up my name frequently, but this is the only time it has triggered somebody.