Wendy Campbell Doesn't Live Here

Dear Rude Phone Woman,

Please stop calling me asking for Wendy Campbell. I am not Wendy Campbell. I have corrected my name for you before, and if you can't get it right, you have no business calling me about "a personal business matter" or whatever it is you want me to say.

If you are going to take up my time by calling me and waking me up after I've only had one hour of sleep, you need to get my name right. How hard is it to read my name from a paper or computer screen? Here's my best recollection of today's conversation (some may be paraphrased if I can't remember the exact words):

Woman: "May I speak to Wendy Campbell?" Seriously? You still can't get it right? It's on my voice mail!

Me: "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." This is true, as my number is not Wendy Campbell's number.

Woman: "This isn't Wendy Campbell?" Didn't I just address that?

Me: "No."

Woman: "Well, it sounds like Wendy." Well, you sound like a bee-otch, but I haven't pointed that out.

Me: "There's no Wendy Campbell here." Oh, snap! At this point, I figure she'd probably reference her list.

Woman: "I know this is Wendy Campbell. I remember your voice." So you have magical voice recollection but you can't remember my name? If you remember my voice, you remember talking to me, which means you should remember me correcting you about my name.

End of call.

Seriously, people, I'm happy to discuss whatever as long as you know who you're calling when you dial...especially if you wake me up.