Forgetting Who I Am
I've decided the guys have finally started to think of me not as a girl, but as a regular guy. Frankly, it's nice to be back in that oh so comfortable spot. I hate it when I'm thought of as a girl in situations where it's better to be one of the guys because that usually means I'm treated differently. I don't want to be treated differently, thankyouverymuch.
I offer, as proof of my supposition, the following two events:
(2) A few weeks ago I was sitting in my office while four of the guys sat in OfficeNeighbor's office (including OfficeNeighbor). As I was trying to focus on my work I was constantly distracted by their laugher which seemed to be getting louder and louder. Finally, MyBoss poped his head over into my office and asked, "Hey, Granola, do you have a middle name?" "Yes, yes I do." "What street did you grow up on?" In that instant I knew what was so funny, "My Stripper Name?" "No, your Porn Star Name." Like that's inherently better! We all laughed, and I revealed nothing. Honestly, none of us wanted them thinking of me in terms of my Porn Star Name. Sheesh.
And then --
(2) Today after lunch we were walking back into the office and through the ever looming revolving doors. GoteeBoy's brother has just started working for BigNameCompany so he eats lunch with us most days. The group today was seven people strong. GoteeBoy, GoteeBoy'sBrother, FamilyMan, OfficeNeighbor, myself, MyBoss, and another guy for whom I really need to think up a name. FamilyMan reached the revolving door first, followed by GoteeBoy and his brother. When they all got close enough GoteeBoy'sBrother pushed GoteeBoy into the triangle of the revolving door along with FamilyMan. Not to let the opportunity pass OfficeNeighbor did likewise to the other guy for whom I need to think up a name. I was next to approach the door, followed lastly by MyBoss. As I walked it a part of me hoped he would jump on in with me -- let's face it, that's kind of funny, and I wanted in on the fun. However, more of me hoped he wouldn't, just to spare us both the she's-a-girl-he's-a-guy-what-are-they-doing? thing. So, I watched him in the reflection of the door. Mostly relieved when we both had our own triangles to walk in. As he walked out I turned to him and, with a smile, said, "Thanks." "I thought about it." he replied, smiling back. "I know." We laughed and went upstairs. See... He's having to force himself to remember, and that, my friends, is a wonderful thing.
I offer, as proof of my supposition, the following two events:
(2) A few weeks ago I was sitting in my office while four of the guys sat in OfficeNeighbor's office (including OfficeNeighbor). As I was trying to focus on my work I was constantly distracted by their laugher which seemed to be getting louder and louder. Finally, MyBoss poped his head over into my office and asked, "Hey, Granola, do you have a middle name?" "Yes, yes I do." "What street did you grow up on?" In that instant I knew what was so funny, "My Stripper Name?" "No, your Porn Star Name." Like that's inherently better! We all laughed, and I revealed nothing. Honestly, none of us wanted them thinking of me in terms of my Porn Star Name. Sheesh.
And then --
(2) Today after lunch we were walking back into the office and through the ever looming revolving doors. GoteeBoy's brother has just started working for BigNameCompany so he eats lunch with us most days. The group today was seven people strong. GoteeBoy, GoteeBoy'sBrother, FamilyMan, OfficeNeighbor, myself, MyBoss, and another guy for whom I really need to think up a name. FamilyMan reached the revolving door first, followed by GoteeBoy and his brother. When they all got close enough GoteeBoy'sBrother pushed GoteeBoy into the triangle of the revolving door along with FamilyMan. Not to let the opportunity pass OfficeNeighbor did likewise to the other guy for whom I need to think up a name. I was next to approach the door, followed lastly by MyBoss. As I walked it a part of me hoped he would jump on in with me -- let's face it, that's kind of funny, and I wanted in on the fun. However, more of me hoped he wouldn't, just to spare us both the she's-a-girl-he's-a-guy-what-are-they-doing? thing. So, I watched him in the reflection of the door. Mostly relieved when we both had our own triangles to walk in. As he walked out I turned to him and, with a smile, said, "Thanks." "I thought about it." he replied, smiling back. "I know." We laughed and went upstairs. See... He's having to force himself to remember, and that, my friends, is a wonderful thing.
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