A day at the conference
"So, Calle, I heard a rumour that you're kinda looking for a new job."
"Well, yeah, I am."
"Serious?"
"I've converted my CV to Microsoft Word format."
"Shit! You are serious!"
"Hi, I'm Bob from Foobar Corporation. Pleased to meet you."
"Hello. I'm Calle, from The Company Formerly Known As Telenordia."
"So, what do you do at your company? I run the SAN backup group at mine."
"I sit in meetings."
Pause
"Then why are you here?"
"In theory, I admin our SAN stuff."
"But not in practice?"
"I made it run well, so now I sit in meetings."
"Hey, Calle, I've seen you sit typing on your laptop all meeting. What is it you're writing?"
"Pornography."
"Sheesh, you could've just said that you don't want to say!"
"Ah, Mr. Dybedahl, do you think I could have your business card?"
"Certainly. Here you are."
"Why is one corner cut off?"
"We're not sure. One theory is that it's graphic design. Another theory is that our budget is very limited and it uses less paper."
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Incidentally, I didn't know you were a bloke. Not that it matters, at all really, just interesting.
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You're far from the first to guess wrong. I suspect it's my name, which English-speakers seem to confuse with "Callie" or "Cally" while it's actually short for "Carl". Mostly, the wrong-way guesses amuse me. It's not like it matters much over the net anyway.
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It's my own little biases as well. I think I automatically assume people are the same gender as me. It's not a good thing. Bad me. *g*
I apologise if I offended you at all. From now on you are a he. Provided I remember, that is. :)
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And I'm not the slightest offended.