I’ve been here quite a long time now and I am still managing to keep my English accent – kind of. According to relatives back home, I sound like a “bloody Yank!”
During the first few years it was a struggle – especially on the phone. While working my first job, I’m not sure I should have been the receptionist. Typical telephone conversations would sound like this:
|How do you do?|
“Hi, Can I get your address”
“Certainly, It’s (blah, blah) Road, Suite K”
“What did you say?
“K, for Kettle”
“K.. for Kettle….. Oh never mind, hold on…”
I also try to avoid drive-throughs, ordering over the phone or putting my name on the list in a restaurant. Something definitely gets lost in the translation. I stopped giving my name as I would get Sherry, Shary, Sean, Karen … nope – it’s none of those! So I tried Dave… easy, you would think. Um.. not so much – now its DIVE… even when I spell it out. Oh dear…
But it seems everyone in America, no matter who or where, loves the English accent. Even though there’s quite a lot of them who have absolutely no idea where I come from. Over the years, I have been asked if I was from “the South,” Texas, Scotland (close, but not really), South Africa, France (wait, what?) and of course…. Australia! Everybody thinks I’m Australian! *rolls eyes*
Now don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against Australia – but it gets really annoying to be mistaken for an Australian all…the…time.
And the worst thing ever (and it happens on an extremely regular basis) – talking to someone and having them mimic your accent in the most god awful Dick van Dyke-ish London accent.
Stop it! Stop it now!!! Please……