26 May 2006
(Friday)
3:35 pm
Okay, it’s final. As much fun it is having your cubicle around tech people so you could enjoy their frequent geek talks, computer guys officially freak me out. Freak the shit out of me, even — and literally, considering I had to go to poop when I started to type the entry. </too much information>
Back in the days when I was still doing my A-Levels in the UK, there was this computer guy named Sam a.k.a. only remembered his name because of my old blog post and his whatever his name was, too lazy to look up buddy, who always walked past me with creepy smiles (the guy-equivalent girlish giggles?) as if they knew all my dirty little secrets. And they well did. Ever since that particular incident, I’ve been rather sceptical about computer guys as normal people, as non-weirdos.
For the past half a year, the two computer guys from work had proven my mistrust nonsensical. They were warm, easy to get along, fun people who didn’t seem to be anything like Sam and his buddy. But then there’s always but then; I completely forgot that they’re still computer guys, that computer guys have all your surfing logs.
“Lean forward?” one of them said to the other as he glanced over at his fellow colleague’s screen during lunch.
Riiight.