However, what I didn't realise was just what my pronunciation of my name sounded like to US ears. I'd noticed that people looked a tad bemused upon hearing it for the first time, until saying "oh, Carly, right!" - but hadn't paid too much attention to why this might be.
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The scene: one of my favourite pork sandwich emporiums in the Ferry Building. I order my favourite delicacy, which I am told will take around five minutes to prepare. I'm asked for my name, so that my order can be called when it's ready for me to collect. No problem! "I'm Carly," I trill - at which the guy looks a little confused, but duly writes it down.
"I haven't heard that one," he says. "Is it kind of unusual?"
"Hmm, not really," I chunter. "Although I don't think it's as common over here as it in the UK."
"Well now I know," says the very pleasant young man, who I swear is barely suppressing laughter. "Have a nice day!"
I wait for five minutes at the side of the counter, and sure enough, the server calls out what I hear as "Carly?", and I eagerly spirit off my delicious-smelling sandwich. Only when I look at the receipt I've also just been handed do I see what my name was taken down as:
"COLLIE". As in the dog.
Needless to say, I now introduce myself as "Caurrh-lee", although I should point out that I don't hold the monopoly on comic mishearings - to American ears, my husband Rob's name sounds like "Rub". So, readers: have you ever fallen prey to a name-shaming?