It's Neat Being Neat

Yes, a very surreal experience to begin my Tuesday. See, Monday night because of sheer boredom and time-wasting, I had decided to clean my desk. It really wasn't that difficult of a job considering most of it involved me throwing papers into the top drawer of my file cabinet. (Let's not tell the brass about that one) So, why is that important. Well, Tuesday I had to go cover an Emergency Services Meeting (Where a science degree would really, really help) and before I go do that I have to stop down at the office and get the garb. The following exchange happens:

Me: (Walks to my desk, doesn't really talk to anyone)
Kristal: Hi, Greggy!
Me: Hello.
(15-second pause)
Kristal: Did you clean your desk?
Me: Yep.
Kristal (with a glowing smile): Ooh, I'm so excited!

Two things to note here. First off, I know I'm not a neat person. But I get really surprised when I get the reaction like I just accomplished the greatest thing in my entire life whenever I clean. Courtney gives me this reaction too whenever I cleaned my desk too. However, in 2 years I think I only got that reaction 1 time so I didn't see it that too much. Later on, I heard QTip make a half-joke saying something like "The pressure's all on Reedy now to get a woman." Fantastic. Sadly, my lovelife has become an object of fantastic interest at just about every one of our jobs. Just what I signed up for.

Second thing: As you may have noticed, K called me Greggy today. Out of the blue. Back a couple months ago, I heard she was going to do it but it never materialized (a common theme). So basically, I didn't see that first thing in the morning (which was 9:36 a.m.). Why is the Greggy thing significant? Well, Kristal is the third person in my entire life (and I met quite a few people) to call me Greggy. The first two are my mother and Dr. W at Slimy Pebble. I should say Dr. W (a female) liked to call me "Little Greggy." One day in Nov. 2004, I was sitting in Media Criticism and at the absolutely wrong moment I decide to start paying attention. She was talking about how people act all innocent at home and are all wild and crazy away from home (nice topic). I look up and pay attention and Dr. W goes along something like "Aw, Little Greggy acting so innocent," stuff like that. I'd like to say that was the last time, but it went on all the way until I graduated. Every time I would she would see me, "Little Greggy" would come out.

Mom would always call me Greggy to basically get my attention/be her errand boy. Later on though, that got replaced by an annoying intercom that I never got the chance to smash into a billion pieces. So needless to say, I heard it a lot. While staring at the computer screen, I noticed something. Greggy has followed me from Kittanning to Slippery Rock to Ridgway and back. Yikes. So, K also said she's going to call me that from now on. Let's see if that actually happens, but if it does, I got a pet name and I have no idea what I did to get it. This story will absolutely delight everyone who will read it.

That's it for now. Until next time, clean up your act or at least come up with a nice nickname for yourself.