At lunch today as I waited to pick up my pretentious sandwich (some shit with avocado and jacima), the server walked by with a bowl of soup and said, "Caroline?"
At which point a heavy-set goth chick with a bitch-face raised her hand and said "Actually it's Carol-een"
Here's the point sweetie. No one gives a shit how you choose to pronounce your name, especially the poor schlub making $6 an hour delivering over-priced bisque to your fat ass.
Take the soup and shut up.