THE MAGNET

Monday morning after the Super Bowl I get to work and find that the IT department decided to move my computer and phone to a cubicle on the other side of the office. This change wasn't totally unexpected although I thought this change would occur deeper into the week, or at least when I wasn't hungover from the night before, or 20 minutes before I had a conference call scheduled with a particularly difficult client. Long story short I made the best of it and moved my files, supplies and other shit to my new desk. The woman that had formerly occupied this desk was one of those people that likes to decorate their grey, soulless workspace with dream catchers, inspirational quotes and the like so it took her much longer to "move out" than it took me to "move in". Of all the objects she decides to leave behind is a large, colorful magnet with comic font of "SAN FRANSISCO" along with a a cable car. The next day I'm taking a little break from the insane workload and checking e-mail along with Google Reader. I just happened to be looking at "I Think I Might Be Gay" when she suddenly appears directly over my shoulder before I could minimize the screen. She didn't say anything as I casually closed the window but ever since whenever we're working together she has taken to patting my knee and calling me "hun", both of which she never did before. I think my work thinks I might be gay...thanks Tim (j/k). I really don't care if my work knows I'm gay and if anyone ever asked me I tell them the truth. And I've since left the magnet in it's conspicuous place...which is still the only non-work related thing in my work space. Screw it, I think it's kinda funny.