But she miscalculated. (She didn't want to end up jaded.)

For most of my life, people have either been telling me I look like I should be named Rachel or accidentally calling me Rachel. I remember this one time in college, this girl I knew, Callie, saw me in the Atrium, and I remember hearing someone yelling, "Rachel! RACHEL!!" but I didn't respond because, you know, my name's not Rachel. No part of my name is Rachel. Even though Elizabeth isn't technically my name, it's at least part of my name. Rachel has no bearing on my name except that it was my mom's second choice for a girl's name.

Even people that have never met me seem to think my name should be Rachel. This woman, someone who works for an animal shelter here in the county, sent an e-mail to CousinCasey because she was taking us to lunch, and she referred to me as Rachel, despite having never met me.

Anyway, Vi was interviewing someone for the reporter's position we're trying to fill today (He was, incidentally, a really nice, cool, not-so-hard-on-the-eyes guy. I'm just sayin'.) and she was pointing out all the different aspects of the office. She pointed out our arts and entertainment supplement office, the sports office, and then she gestured in my direction and said, "And this is Rachel in the Life section."

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Really? I've worked here for 7 1/2 months. I mean, it didn't make me mad or anything; I thought it was extraordinarily funny. As soon as she left the room, I heard CousinCasey pick up her phone and I knew she was going to call me. I picked it up and said, "Yes, she did." And CousinCasey just laughed. We were going to keep it up, since The Peak paid for lunch for everyone, including CutePotentialNewGuy, but I told Vi what she'd said, and she re-introduced everyone to CPNG. It looks like she may hire him, so that would be cool. We had conversations over lunch about what he's into and stuff like that, and he seems like an interesting guy.

I think I have, officially, become a blogaholic. Which is a shame. Since I hate the word.