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I just came back from the ladies room at work and on the floor right in the middle of the aisle between my cube and the kitchen was a twenty dollar bill. I am such a ridiculous overthinker that my very first thought was that it was some kind of joke bill, and all my coworkers would laugh at me for picking it up. This could also be because they are the kind of coworkers who would do that.

I was just thinking this morning how weirdly guy-centric work is. Not weird as in, GUYS in a SPORTS company, how outre! Weird as in, I've spent the last few years in more female-centric environments and it's been interesting getting re-acclimated to such a Man Show kinda atmosphere. Don't get me wrong, it's not bad, in a lot of ways it's more comfortable. I'm not a total Guy's Girl girl outside of work, I have fairly equal amounts of close guy and close girl friends, but at work I'm much more one of the guys. I don't necessarily think it's some comment on the different working styles of men and women, for me it's more a matter of the actual job duties. I started out working in the Internet industry both long enough ago and in a technical enough capacity that my close coworkers were almost always all men. I've spent time in offices where I was practically the only woman. So I'm used to it and therefore feel more comfortable in that kind of enviroment. Kind of a Stockholm Syndrome kind of thing, I guess.

And it's not all guys here by any means. My boss is a woman, there are women everywhere, but I just happen to sit in what was before my arrival an all guy cube. And they're popular guys who other guys come to visit a lot. And ryan comes and visits me (I sit near the Diet Coke machine, his
lover, teacher, goddess figure) so it's just a Guy ol' time all day. I mean, the guys in the adjacent cube have the whole nerf basketball net business goin on, and a few times a day the ball will pop over the wall and onto my desk. They're always so sorry about it, and it doesn't make me mad, it's not a REAL basketball or anything. And yesterday there was an hour long argument over some two players relative merits (I'm adjacent to the Fantasy guys) and for real, I live for this. It's exactly like when I would hang out with ryan and that whole hacker crowd and just spend hours listening to, and transcribing of course, those guys talk to each other. It was like Hackers in the Mist. I'm not all Men are from Mars and shit, but something about a group of them, all sharing a common interest in something that they are almost obsessive about, is fascinating stuff. I always say I don't care what you're into, I just love people who are into SOMETHING, who have a passion for ANYTHING, even if it's something so deadly dull or extremely complex that I may never understand it. This place is full of people with passion and I dig that.

So anyway, the $20. I picked it up (from the suspiciously empty hallway, says my metabrain) and went back into my cube and told the guys I just found it and what should I do. Can't send an email (me: "Who lost a $20?" everyone: "I DID" me: "Can you describe the bill?") so I went over and gave it to the office manager to keep for the day and told the front desk woman too. Still think it was some kind of moral test, to see that I actually still have morals. And it's been hours since I started this entry and I'm at home now and I realize I totally forgot to go back and retrieve my found money so take that, universe. Do I get an A?

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