Belt Guy

Crap.  It's official.  In another installment of "That Guy"....todays episode: Belt doohickies.  As I sit here typing, I realize that I had five things hanging from my belt at one point this morning.  And each one of them is eating a little piece of my soul.  How did this happen?  where did I go wrong?  I used to have nothing dangling from my belt....it was doohickyless....honest!  [though, I cannot completely confess to doodadlessness].   

This morning, upon arrival, I had:

-two pagers (TWO)

-a cell phone (that goes with the extra pager)  

-an Ipod (it was just convenient for walking in, okay?)

-my PDA (also for shear lack of pocket space....my pockets are full of balled up kleenexes and gloves....yeah, I know, grody...but it's still winter here, get off my nuts)

-my keys (also there briefly, I need easy access to them for multiple doors)

I know...it's shamefull.  I never thought I'd be "that guy".  Dang. 

In my defense, however:  I was wearing all of this under a winter coat, not free and in the open for all to see.  The belt clipped cell phone and extra pager are just for a project that I'm on.  The ipod was only there temporarily and my PDA also gets redistributed to another pocket.  I swear it was just a temporary condition...I SWEAR.  Ugh.  I know.  Just add it to my file.  Maybe I'll get a cupholder for it...