Our 3rd daughter's name, Rachael, took a long time arriving.

My wife and I agreed on her name and it went on her birth certificate.
But then, for reasons completely un-remembered now,
the entire family started calling her Shelly.

On Shelly's 18th birthday she vigorously announced
that from then on she would be called by her real name.
She actually ignored anyone using her "nickname" until they changed over.
Her Mom and Dad probably had the hardest time making the switch.

I know, I know.
I'm usually laissez faire about changes in spelling and language.
I scoff at articles in the hate Mail about how Americans are ruining our language and how British schools are promoting illiteracy. Change and evolve.

It's a personal grain of sand in my usually tolerant mollusc of a world view.
Probably because I grew up in an envirnment with a strong Irish influence. So when I hear Siobhan pronounced See-ob-han it makes me twitch a bit.
And of course, my bloody parents... argh, that's an old story.

Chill out I say to myself now.
Shush.

Anyway, I haven't got the name-badge for my uniform at work yet.
Today, the colleague on the till next to me could not remember my name. She kept calling me Ruby.
That was far less annoying than having my name pronounced wrong, and I've told her if she wants to call me that she can.

Cross fingerers I'll get it by next week. And some extra evening shifts. Although that's nothing to do with names and all to do with £££

ETA I love the name Guillaume.
We have a troubled boy at school with the English version of the name.
I call him that in my head because I think it softens his behaviour.

Doesn't mean I don't put him in time out or send him the the Headmaster of course...