Another reason the Queen should be my date for fangirling shenanigans at the Chicago Author Event…Funny story…
Are you listening, EL?
So the other day, my IT guy was in my office. I
affectionately refer to him as ‘Fucko.’ My computer was all wonky and he was
trying to fix it. But where I work—it’s like Fort Knox. There are passwords for
everything and I mean EVERYTHING.
Well, I was snuggled up in the comfy chair
while he was doing his thing. I was so comfy that it got to the point where I
was too lazy to get up and type in my passwords so I was just verbally giving
him my passwords to put in. No big deal, right? And then it happened…
We got to a password that I did not think he would be
asking for. What the hell?!?!? Why did he have to be so thorough!?!? Instant
panic. I couldn’t get up and run over and type it in myself! He would think it
was way worse than it actually was. I had to think quick! I had a brilliant
idea: If I spell it for him, he might not
know what it is. I mean, it’s kind of long—he might not even register it in his
brain. Genius, right!?!?
Me: Capital C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N-Capital G-R-E-Y-5-0
Silence….no key strokes...Fucko stopped what he was doing.
Turned. Looked at me with disgust and said, “Really?”
Me:
Oh…also…apparently IT guys aren’t bound by any type of NDAs
because everyone under the sun here seems to now know my password. Awesome.
So there it is…yet another reason why EL should fangirl
with me…because as “grown up” and “professional” as I am, clearly you can take the
fangirl out of the fandom (by making her go to work in real life!) but you can’t
take the fandom out of the fangirl.
xoxo
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