Happy Birthday, Jessica! Sucks that you’re sick, but that just means you get a coupon for your bday party smackdown when you get better!
btw: You share my sister’s name, so you’ve already got points in my book! 
Thanky. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a birthday party SMACKdown, but maybe that would be fun for a change.
I’m cool with what people call me, as long as it’s not Jennifer. There is some weird cosmic thing that seems to cause many people to call me that, even immediately after I’ve said my name.
And… i’ve not always been such a thread killer. I really can make good conversation, honest. Just… maybe not right now, in this thread. I can feel the vibrations of the snores.
Whatever. Your choice. It is your day, after all. (and you’ve got the coupon) One of my better friends is named Jennifer as well (tho she goes by Jenn) but she is the coolest thing since wheels.
Hope you feel better soon!
Happy Birthday!
And yeah, I like to talk. What shall we talk about? But I get the sense you’re looking more to flirt and since I’m a girl and you’re a girl, well. . .
But if you wanna talk about other stuff, I’m game. I hope you feel better soon.
Hey OfficeGirl. I’ve been around since 99 too but didn’t register until 2001. I can say I don’t recall your name… lol
Happy Birthday, anyway. The fact that you reached out to us is a sign that you’re gonna be ok. Sometimes with depression, we just have to ride the wave. You do have to stop before you get to that impulsive, self-destructive phase, though.
I’m much better now with drugs. A better life through chemistry, that’s what I always say… 
Who’s pretending to be me???
OfficeGirl was my first SDMB crush!
Hurray she’s back! Not quite so hurray, she’s not feeling too great 
I’m around to talk, if you want to chat. Still on ICQ and MSN.
I take it GaunoLad wasn’t the bad doper experience. I’m just clarifying for somebody doesn’t make that mistake too.
I’m a nice boy.
No, OfficeGirl and I have never met in real life.
Happy Birthday, OfficeGirl, and now, so it won’t be wasted and so that it might provide some entertainment, the conversation that played inside my head when I also thought you were GuanoLad.
“Gee, GuanoLad, now OfficeGirl, the time that’s passed has … changed you.”
“No, the surgeon changed me! The time just aged me!”
Ta-da!
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a great life!
Happy Birthday.
A day late.
Happy belated. Still working at the museum?
Oh! No, I’m not necessarily looking to flirt, though a little healthy flirting would probably be good for me. At any rate, I am perfectly capable of behaving myself and having a non-flirting conversation, regardless of what GuanoLad might say.
Hi GuanoLad! I didn’t realize I was an actual crush, way back when. I was definitely crushing on you. Can you believe it’s been almost 10 years??
Well don’t go gettin’ all twitchy! Happy birthday! Or as happy as one can be on cold medicine. Somebody told me you can smoke that stuff. I never tried it. No,really !
Get well.
Happy belated birthday!
I’m the same way. Jennifer is my sister’s name, and it used to bug the heck out of me when people (especially relatives) called me by her name. It was as if they didn’t recognize that we were really different people. I know it was probably just a brain fart, but it took me many years to realize that.
Welcome. GuanoLad and OfficeGirl sound like the two most unlikely superheros of all time.
OfficeGirl: Quick, while there’s still time I’ll type up these reports and file them alphabetically!
GuanoLad: And I’ll…er…cover the floor with bat poop!
Thank you!
Yes, I am still working at the museum, although I fear that my days are numbered if I don’t snap out of this soon. That self-destructive and impulsive phase I need to avoid? Already happened.
We are actually just wrapping up the local showing of a Smithsonian exhibition called BETWEEN FENCES, which is a traveling exhibition we were selected to host. Only 6 communities are chosen in each state, so it’s a pretty big deal for us. I suspect that this has something to do with my state of exhaustion; leading up to the opening, I was working 70-90 hours a week at the museum and trying to make up the rest at home with my son. It was just too much, I think.
What’s weird about my particular name affliction is how frequently, and how widespread, this mixup is. Some verbatim examples:
Answering the phone: “Byron Museum, this is Jessica.”
Caller: “Jennifer, hi. Blah blah blah.”
In one of my online university classes; an English class no less, my fellow classmates would respond to my postings which were clearly labeled with my name by calling me Jennifer.
I am also less frequently called Rebecca and Melissa. It’s a 3-syllable thing. Perhaps I’m not that memorable, though I don’t recall this happening when I went by the shorter “Jessi”. Maybe it’s time for a change back to that!
It doesn’t annoy me so much as mystify me, because I do actually speak very clearly and my officemates are also amused because they have witnessed it happen many times, immediately after I’ve said my name. So, like I said, it’s almost like some cosmic mixup. Maybe I really should’ve been named Jennifer.
That’s a big pet peeve of mine as well. I hate when people call me Jason or Dustin. I’ve even gotten Jeff a couple times - that’s not even close! 
Bastards…
Seriously. How hard is it to hear a name and regurgitate it? Assuming it is such a middle-america name such as Jessica or Justin. In the year I was born, Jessica was the 2nd most common name for girls - it’s not uncommon. Bastards!!