March 29, 2006

The Hostess with the Mostess

Now that I sit in the small room of men, my desk in the center of it all, the 'office hostess' as Army Wife put it or I think more of the reluctant office hostess as I find myself growing more and more anti-social as I age, they are getting a chance to get to know my idiosyncrasies. I’m not sure its something I expected and I’m sure not something they were either.

I have my pink Kiss Me monkey that Bones got me for Valentine’s Day, sitting upon my desk. Truly the most feminine thing I own at my work station and I find men blowing kisses to it as they leave the room, which makes me shake my head and laugh.

Then of course there’s the work station itself, divided up by my job sharing partner and me, she takes the left side as she’s left handed and I take the right. This means I ‘decorated’ the right side of the desk, and I have my file folders and pencil holder (a Castle Argghhh! mug) and on the left side she has her personal effects. What is readily apparent is the difference between she and I.

On my side of the wall, I have a schematic of our product that takes up 4 feet on my side, along with a calendar from USAA, assorted phone numbers for engineers I work with in the Great White North, and… that’s it. Nothing personal except the Pink Kiss Me monkey. No pix of kids, no sign I’m married or even that I’m a woman… except for the monkey.

On her side, there are two great pictures of her kids and phone numbers to her contacts. That’s it.

I came in today and my tech lead, noticing there was not a picture to be found of my family, took a little yellow sticky note and in pencil created my family via stick figures. My husband has something on him, work related, that indicates it is in fact him. I have some 50s foo foo hairdo that is a crack up and then there are three stick boys next to us.

My family portrait. It shall stay. It makes me laugh.

And today… I seem to have attained a nickname. Great.

At 9:30 I break out my big jar of Jiff, and it is now a joke within the room as nobody realized I was a peanut butter addict until I moved to my home under the train trestle amongst the men folk.

And as I sat there, jar of Jiff to the right of me, munching on celery while I was answering e-mail, Alpha Male walks in and in his bellowing voice says, “BOU! EVERYONE NEEDS A NICKNAME. I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS AND YOURS IS GOING TO BE… SKIPPY.”

Speechless, I sat there looking at him. Finally, trying not to choke on my celery, noticing all the guys are doing that gopher thing and have popped their heads out of their cubes, I managed to say, “Skiip-py?”

To which he answered, “YEAH. SKIPPY. BY THE WAY, HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO GO THROUGH THAT JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER?”

And of course I tabulated it for him, and calculated that at work, I takes me 4 months. Hey, I only work 2 days a week.

Then I heard from someone in the back, “It could have been worse. He could have decided you were Peter Pan” and my Tech Lead pipes in “… or Jiffy!”

And everyone is laughing now. I’m still kind of horrified at the thought this name Skippy is going to stick. Alpha Male left and I said just loud enough for a couple people around me to hear, “This has the potential to really really suck…”

Now Alpha Male doesn’t sit in my office. He sat a couple cubes down from my old cube… before I got relegated to below train trestle status. But the printer is in my office, so he comes in about… 20 times a day.

About 10 minutes after he’d left, he blusters back in and yells as he comes in through the threshold, “HEY SKIPPY! HOW’RE YOU DOING?”

I could feel myself cringe. He continued, ‘HEY. I HAVE A NICKNAME. EVERYONE HAS ONE! MINE IS RAWHIDE! DO YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I GOT THAT?”

I quickly said, “NO! I have a feeling I really DO NOT want to know how you got that name.” I noticed all the guys were doin’ the gopher thing again, everyone is starting to laugh.

Alpha Male continued, “AHHH, JUST AS WELL. YOU’D HAVE TO PAY TO HEAR THAT STORY. ITS PRETTY DIRTY…” to which I put my fingers in my ears and said, “la la la la la, I don’t want to know… Too much information please!!!” and with that he left, the men were laughing and it was agreed upon that none of us really wanted to know this story.

I heard a voice from within one of the cubes say, "Welcome to Manland, Bou!" Heh.

And I have this awful feeling, that two things are going to happen. One, this frickin’ nickname Skippy is going to stick with him. The other guys won’t call me that, but HE will. And two, I’m eventually going to hear how he got the nickname Rawhide and folks, I really really DO NOT want to know. Really.

Posted by Boudicca at March 29, 2006 11:19 PM | TrackBack
Comments

skippy, not so bad.....

for a nick name and yes it will stick, just as all peanut butter does.

in a room full of men? I would not know what to do...since I am an LPN, I have always worked with women. Working with men, would be like visiting another planet

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at March 29, 2006 11:47 PM

Hi Skippy!

Posted by: caltechgirl at March 30, 2006 12:26 AM

Hey Skippy's not so bad... ::snicker:: No, really it could have been much worse. Like "creamy" or "crunchy". :)

Posted by: Richmond at March 30, 2006 06:26 AM

Skippy, skippy, skiiiipy!

Posted by: Ogre at March 30, 2006 07:58 AM

You have been initiated!

All men have nicknames, and when they give you a nickname that means they have accepted you into their folds.

Working with men gives one a very good look inside manland, sometimes one doesn't really want to look though.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at March 30, 2006 09:02 AM

Hey Skipster! I went to college with a Skip... I have no idea what his real name was.

"And of course I tabulated it for him, ..." LMAO!!!

Posted by: Marie at March 30, 2006 11:03 AM

Skippy. I like it. And it si good to be in manland. I've been initiated into manland at the firehall . . . it's all good.

Posted by: Oddybobo at March 30, 2006 11:22 AM

It beats Jiff or Jiffy but I like Bou better

Posted by: GUYK at March 30, 2006 12:03 PM

Skippy's Voice. Just doesn't seem to have the same edge to it.

Posted by: Denny at March 30, 2006 04:50 PM

You are an honorary guy! Welcome, Skippy!

Posted by: Jody Halsted at March 30, 2006 05:05 PM

Ya, well, you'll always be Bou to folks around "here" but... "Skippy"? I dunno... I keep having this

http://www.skippyslist.com/skippylist.html

flash before my eyes...

Posted by: David at March 30, 2006 07:08 PM

Hey, my sophomore year of college we knicknamed a kid in our dorm Skippy because all he ate was peanut butter. Ahhh... the good times.

Posted by: Contagion at March 30, 2006 07:22 PM

please, I come looking for my nightly fix, and you are not in, are you at some "boob" or go-go party?

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at March 30, 2006 10:55 PM

So Skippy, are you saying you have to be a woman to have a pink monkey?

Posted by: Tige at March 31, 2006 03:51 PM

"Skippy". Hmm. Yup, definitely better than "Jiffy"! LOL I like the family portrait!

Posted by: dustbunny101 at April 7, 2006 09:08 PM