The Nerd Curse

Before being employed in the nerd world, my life involved very infrequent interactions with nerds. But now that I'm immersed, it's as though I've become a magnetic field for all things geeky.

Take for example, the first day of my new part time job. Originally intended to supplement my income in a crappy economy, and oh, get me out from behind a computer screen, this job had all sorts of potential... until of course the first day.

As a liaison for events such as weddings, memorial services and receptions, it would be expected that I might run into all sorts of people. But why OH why must my first encounter have been a nerd family reunion!?

In walks Doogie Howser, a Nintendo mini backpack flung over one shoulder. You know, sort of like a fanny pack yet somehow worse. As he proudly walks by, wouldn't you know it, Doogie trips over his own damn feet. As he tumbles, all of a sudden a whirl of color clatters across the floor. He quickly grasps his beloved, looks up at me, and reveals what treasure has fallen from his pocket. "My Rubik's Cube," he declares with glee in his eyes. SIGH.


Don't let me get started on his cousin, forced into a dress for the first time in her life, yet somehow allowed to show up in public with black socks and sandals to match her formal wear. Let me not forget to tell you how much more disturbing it was that she developed a strong kinship to me... because really, what does that say about my nerd level? My idea of a good first day on the job was not being backed into a corner by a 85 pound self-declared high school nerd queen. Turns out, debilitating social awkwardness and Ritalin are one mean combination. My horror filled expression had no chance of saving me.

I am cursed. I see NERDS. I'm just going to have to accept this cruel fate. I will be sure to let you know when the nerd Apocalypse begins. However, you better start stockpiling those Rubik's cubes now.