silly men

Today, my taskmaster, who more likely than not, has good intentions much of the time, but our “signs” clash or something, since I can’t stand him the 90% of the time, told me that he was over in a vendor’s machine shop this morning and all the guys there were asking where I was, and why didn’t he bring “hketg” along. He’s like, they must have had some sort of speculation going on about you or something. I turned beet red, but was admittedly most amused. Since my taskmaster took the liberty to use me as his personal secretary when I started with the company, I am constantly making phone calls to these particular guys and a bunch of others. But I of course never met most of them. And I’m not really sure why they were so enchanted by the prospect of meeting me, but it’s always fun knowing that there are people out there with a whole bunch of predisposed notions of me just waiting to be disappointed and their notions squashed (I get the impression that I'm far less interesting or enchanting in person than I am "in theory"). Although, who knows, I seem to get along really well with forty-something year old men. For whatever that's worth. In fact, my taskmaster also mentioned that the bridge operator in AC wanted to know why I didn’t come back to finish the inspection with him (yesterday was not supposed to be an un-day...). Forty-something year old men and fifty-sixty-something year old women, two broad groups of people I seem to manage to unintentionally and quite effortlessly delight. I always suspected I was born in the wrong generation, perhaps if I was born just one earlier, my life might have made for a much smoother ride...