Shoot me gently, I’m becoming a nerd..

It dawns on me more and more, baby steps. Slowly over the last years the realization grows of crossing a border. Maybe it’s the folk you hang with, and hey, 40 or more hours a week is more than a superficial contact; it is a relationship. Like with your family, or your dog. Only my cat doesn’t put on music* [*Well, almost never.] but they do get go out. I don’t. I guard the holy thing people call A Phone.

Yeah, I’m an office bitch (they told me later that ‘office bitch’ wasn’t a good way to introduce myself). Actually called “his new blonde” by my Boss, as his last Office manager was a cute little blond girl. I’m 1.96 meter, have long hair in a ponytail and rarely shave with a firm goatee.
Crowned with small intelectual glasses and maybe slowly going bald. But my growing forehead doesn’t attract much attention as most people look up into my nose.
One thumbring since the last two years. One earring for ages. A new reason for my father to pleasantly complain about me.

When the Phone rings, no matter ho much of my dear colleagus are lurking behind laptops, it’s up to me. I awnser with my normal formulation, wishes about the time of day (which I check on my laptop), stating the name of the company and introducing me (I just say my name. trust me, I’ts more fun that way)
Most of our people I know by know. We have a weird list of customers ranging from d[octors] to actors to a lot of comercial and film production companies. Those last are fun, as most folk who work there are our kind of crazy. Of course I don’t know any of them by face, as I guard A Phone, but about 10% of them visit the office/ICTworkplace/kindergarten so I get to know them a little but. They mostly come by for the fun stuff (directors/producers), come to pick up stuff (that my Boss forgot to tell me) hang around and talk about teach stuff (Doctors, locationscouts, actors and kids. Sometimes a dog. And Rowers, don’t ask) or broken down computers (A lotta stuff I do not unerstand, man).

But I can awnser more ands more questions. And worse, tell office stories to my friends and girlfriend. How was your day etc. yaicks.

I’m becoming a nerd.

Maybe worse, there is this vision of a new border, a growing array of knowladge and finger fastness. Even a longing for that levels.
Is that bad?
Really, should I go there.
It’s to much of a typecats of the ponytail nerd.

Maybe shave my head again?
Would Elven Lady dig that?
-Thinks-
No

And then this renewal in blogging.. isn’t that some sign?