This morning a co-worker sent out a prominent email in which he misspelled my name as “Mereditch.”
“Interesting typo,” another co-worker remarked, studying the keyboard to figure out how in the world that c could have slipped in there.
“Mereditch” has rapidly become my new unfortunate nickname, fanned by the funness involved with saying it (rhymes with, um, “witch”), and maybe by the fact that it’s fitting, and also probably because it’s another rainy day during a particularly rainy June and the only sun to be seen is in our smiles.
