working in the 2-year-old webhosting division of a telecommunications company
that is rumored to start doing webhosting next year. We’re the best-paid,
well-kept secret in the telco world.
division of forty people, I was the second woman here, and the only one
under forty. Upon first site, the guys fell into two categories:
taken and desperate. The majority of my co-workers are married or
involved, many with children. They’re decent guys, easy to talk to,
although most of them have war stories. If I never hear “Back when
I was in Saudi…” again, it’ll be too soon. I guess the Desert Storm
veterans had to go somewhere.
guys, however, are terrifying. Walk into a room full of them, and
you’d swear you just walked into the Leavenworth Parolee support group
or something. You see these badly-dressed guys, instantly nervous
and drooling as they sense estrogen enter the room.
it had just been too long since a guy had paid me much attention without
knowing my reputation. I have no other explanation. Mr. Stalker
Unix Boy walks into my cube, shakes my hand for well over an hour, and
I don’t kick him in the balls? I feel I’m a disappointment to my
the question you all are asking, yes, I did go out with him. Yes,
he was the epitome of desperation. Yes, I think he’s a little less
have more stories for you in a few days. If you want the rest of
the story on this guy, read it at the Changer site.