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I am not gay

It’s not a confession if you are saying you’re “not” something…or is it? For your reading pleasure I offer you a funny story about my life and the rude people in it.

For the majority of my working days I am dressed nice, and well groomed. I grew up with the notion of taking pride in my appearance, without being arrogant about it. My working clothes wardrobe goes from conservative to trendy to artsy (maybe just a dash of artsy). I wear a nice watch and one ring…but I have both of my ears pierced. I refuse to work for any company that makes me take out my earrings, unless they ask all the ladies to take them out as well. I’m an ass, but I like my earrings and my rights. :)

So, since I have my ears pierced and I dress nice some people think I’m gay…and the fact that I have a handful of gay friends doesn’t help the argument. Why? Apparently straight people can’t have gay friends. I’m not even going to rant about that. This is all about something else.

[background]
Our office is having two holiday parties this year, one for employees and one for clients, vendors and employees. Spouses and significant others are invited after dinner to our company party, but for the client party everyone can bring a guest. Mind you this party is being billed as a “thank you to our clients” party.

[the situation]
One of my coworkers asked me if I was bringing one of my friends as a date. I had planned on going solo, but after talking to him [coworker] I thought it would be a good idea to bring someone…and since my co-worker’s wife and my friend were good friends everyone “wins”. My friend is female…

[the question]
The woman at our office who is setting up the client party sent out an email asking all of us to let her know if we were bringing a guest or not. I responded with “yes”. Not thinking anything of it at the time, the party organizer called to say she had a question for me, assuming it was computer related (since that’s my job) I called her back…no answer, so I went to find her. She was in someone’s office at the time and said that it was just a small question I could answer right there.

her: Are you bringing a girl date or a boy date to the party?
me: A girl…a friend of mine, actually she works with [co-worker’s wife]
her: okay.
me: … *shrug* (turn to walk out)
her: Well we were looking at getting things to show who was from [company name] and we are getting different things for the guys and girls.
me: okay.

[aftermath]
I thought nothing of it at the time…but an hour later something hit me. “That seems like a weird question.” Later that night the party came up in conversation with my friend and she started laughing, thinking just what I was thinking. The woman at work thinks I am gay and she wanted to know if I was bringing a boy or a girl. I wanted to give this woman the benefit of the doubt, but this just seemed to weird. So I asked the other single people at our office if they were bringing anyone -which they weren’t, so I couldn’t find out if she asked them the same question.

Now this woman is known for having terrible tact and also being quite nosey into other people’s lives…so I figured I would poll three people at our office that can keep their mouth shut, but are also older then I am. So talking to someone in their 30’s 40’s and 50’s -male and female I got the same reaction every time. Tons of laughter right after I say her question. No matter how much credit I give her they all say the same thing “she knew what she was asking because she pulls those questions on everyone here ALL the time.”

[additional thoughts]
– I’m a fairly professional person in my workplace. So if I was gay, I would NOT be broadcasting it around my office, nor would I chose our holiday party for our clients as my “coming out” party.
– guys do not normally take other guys to events like weddings, girls do sometimes take girls. However, for a work party most people bring go solo, bring a spouse or their significant other…and even then they usually go solo because they have to entertain their guest.
– It would have been smarter for her to ask for my guest’s name
– Why are people dumb?
– I’m not interested in suing anyone…but her question borders on harassment and would bring some people to threaten suit

[conclusion]
I looked at the situation as another example of what not to do and how the organizer is unprofessional. However, since one of the co-workers I talked to was harassed by the organizer after they said they were going alone, word has gone up the food chain in the office and I’m sure this will be come an awkward situation for me…all because I’m not gay, but people like to think I am.

The only thing left? Other co-workers are offering money if I tell her my guest’s name is “Fred” or some male associated name. Don’t worry, I won’t do it for anything less than $50! :)

It is Friday

Shut up. I know it’s not Wednesday and NO my confession isn’t that today is Friday. Just go with it.

I am not a fan of chocolate. Yeah, I’ll give you a minute to let that soak in.

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Right. So I am not a fan of chocolate. I’m not sure when, but at some point in my teen years I just lost a taste for chocolate, which is strange considering my addictions to junk food and candy. I do however, have a sweet spot for M&Ms. Wow do I freaking LOVE plain M&Ms -but only when I am in the mood for them.

That doesn’t stop me from being ticked off at the Mars company. Why? Because they got rid of my favorite M&M color…light brown. Why? I don’t know, but those ones just tasted better to me. It’s crazy!! They all taste the same, but I loved those.

Sigh.

So I got back from lunch a little over an hour ago. I ate a ton of food and I am way over stuffed…but I wanted some candy. Of course right? Right. So I go and nothing looks good except plain M&Ms, so I bought a bag. Halfway into it I miss those little light brown guys…but I’ll scarf this bag down and go buy another bag in 2 hours I’m sure.

I am not a turkey fan

Well it’s time for the obligatory holiday post. I mean I have to right? Right. So…every year there are numerous times where I have turkey at somebody’s house, holidays or not. However, I dislike turkey. It doesn’t matter how moist it is or how rich in flavor; it’s just blah to me.

Every year I’m thankful for the same thing: choices. There are a few good cooks in the family (I’m not one of them) and there are so many different things to choose from, I’m thankful I don’t have to eat very much turkey. Well I’m thankful for other things too…like chocolate malts and computers and bottle caps. Maybe some other stuff too.

Since I’m not a fan of turkey, I’ll be trying to help pass out turkey to some folks tomorrow in hopes of ridding the earth of turkey…and helping feed a few people that are hungry. If you get a chance and you have the means: please help you local shelters this winter with can goods, blankets, jackets, mittens/gloves, hats and all things that keep you warm or anything that might warm someone’s heart…like a helping hand and a nice smile.

Cheers,
– bd

I love junk food

I eat healthy, but I’m a junk food junkie too. Breakfast used to be my favorite meal, always a well rounded breakfast too. Since I moved out of my parents place (years ago) I can never seem to keep the cupboards full like my mother did. Now I eat Pop-Tarts or cookies for breakfast and on occasion I have an omelet for lunch.

When I do shop for groceries I shop once when I am not hungry for all the food I should eat; then I shop when I am hungry for all the food I shouldn’t eat. I end up with bags of chips, cheese dip, French onion dip, pretzels, junk junk and more junk. I love it!!

I just need to go shopping again. Last time I just bought one box of cereal and a half gallon of milk. The cereal is gone and the rest of the milk is spoiled. Maybe I should get a maid to shop for me…

I lost a friend

This past weekend I lost a good friend, someone I came to love in the past six months. Saturday night we went to a Halloween party and all was fine -everyone was having a good time, then it happened…

Let’s start from the beginning.

A few months before we met I had been in and out of a rut in my life. Something was lacking that I really needed. Through a mutual friend we were introduced; as it turns out we had a few mutual friends. From the start things looked like we were meant to be more then acquaintances. Before I knew it we were spending breaks between class goofing off and weekends together secluded from everyone else. We roamed the sidewalks listening to music and pretending to window shop…really we were looking at the world from a different view and trying to blend into the background. As we walked we would quiz one another about different ways to look at everyday things.

It was over before I knew what happened.

Saturday night in the midst of the party I slipped. Something happened. There was a crash. A few people asked what happened…the look on my face prompted a few “are you alright?” This was something love nor duct-tape could fix, this was permanent. It was over.

My camera was broken. My friend and confidant…lost when it hit the concrete floor from a dreadful height. A piece went flying…the shutter button…the case was cracked. After 25 weeks and 3 days…11,267 pictures…countless memories…it was over.

Sigh.

Thankfully I bought a service plan with my camera so with a single trip to the store I had a new camera in my hand, same model, just starting from picture number one. I was a little melancholy at first, but such is the circle of life…or electronics anyway. :)

I hate my phone

I love my cell phone…but it’s a piece of crap lately and it’s ticking me off. Why can’t Motorola make an all around decent product? They are a fabulous semiconductor company and they have great innovations -however, their end product stinks like yesterday’s diapers.

I have a Motorola v551 and it worked great at first, but now the damn charger does work all the time…and I don’t want to take it in because I won’t pay to get it fixed. I don’t want to buy a new one I really like this phone; even though it pisses me off.

Have you ever had something you really liked, but the same thing really ticked you off? No? Well I hate you then. :)