I'm not Winnida Sanchez either. Or Robert Esther.

So now I have a rapidly growing list of names of which I am not:
1. Stan
2. Winnida Sanchez
3. Robert Esther

Yesterday my phone starts to ring. The number does not register as any of my contacts, but purely for entertainment purposes, I pick up. Conversation was as follows:

Me: "Hello?"
Woman's Voice: "HelloisWinnidaSanchezthere?" (talks in that fast receptionist-y way)
Me: "Ummm...no...I think you have the wrong number...?"
Woman's Voice: "Is this not ******* [my number]?"
Me: "Er, yeah, it is..."
Woman's Voice: "Oh, thenthisnumbermust'vegottenreassigned."
Me: "Yeah. Bye."
Woman's Voice: "Buhbye."

As for Robert Esther, I had repeatedly recieved calls from a specific number...and it was REALLY getting on my nerves. So one day while sitting on a wall outside (yes, I'm skilled. I sit on walls) I took it upon myself to call back. Conversation was as follows:

Me: "Hi, um, can you PLEASE stop calling me? I'm not Robert Esther!!!"
Different Woman's Voice: "[silent for a few seconds] ...Okay hun, I'll change it in the database."
Me: "THANK YOU!!!!"
DWV: "Mhmmm."
Me: "Bye."
DWV: "Bye."

Why can't people get it into their minds that I am NOT Stan, Winnida Sanchez, or Robert Esther? I'm Just Me! (Not my real name of course...)
Anyways, I'm starting to believe that my number used to be the number that, like, some con man used to put down under different names all the time. That'd be pretty cool, except it's annoying, getting all these random calls from receptionists. Which reminds me....not all calls were from receptionists....

So I'm checking my voicemail, hearing the usual quick hang-up of all of those who realize, a bit too late, that I'm not Robert Esther or Winnida Sanchez. But then I hear something out of the ordinary: a song. I can't remember the exact lyrics. As usual, this brought me to my breaking point, so I decided to invest in a little revenge.

I dialed the number, careful to press *67, and turned on my radio. When somebody picked up, it sounded like an older woman, so I felt a little bit bad. She kept saying "Hello? HELLO? HELLO?" as I held the phone up to the radio. Finally I took mercy on her and hung up. SWEET, SWEET REVENGE.

Well, you know what has come out of all of this? Just yesterday, after the Winnida Sanchez call, I re-recorded my voicemail message. Now, if you were to call my number and I were not to pick up, you would hear, "Hi, this is Renata. If you're calling for Winnida Sanchez or Robert Esther, you've reached the wrong number."

Oh yeah. My voice message is boss.