Why Scheidydude you may ask, or not, depending on your curiosity in such trivial maters as a nickname.
Well, let us set the way-back machine to 2001 when I began working for a rag-tag bunch of traders. Oh, nothing sinister. No pirates or expatriates. No, this group traded in stocks and shares. I was lucky enough to be asked to join the team.
Alas, there were already too many people named David. And Scheiderman, being my given name and having already been shortened by one “n” when my ancestors came to the new world, seemed too long for this pack whom were used to communicating in single syllable words. “Buy 1000 IBM”…”Sell 500 SOF”. So they began calling me “Scheidy”. Simple enough. I got used to it.
Then one day our glorious leader, a small fit woman who could hold her own in any crowd of traders, even this cranial bunch, had a computer problem. And, as that fell upon me to solve, from her office she bellowed “ScheidyDude!!!” . And thus it began and has continued to this day.
Scheidydude, or Scheidy…for those of you who might be syllable challenged.
I’m very honored to be Mrs. Scheidydude. 🙂
By: upthehillmom on March 23, 2010
at 11:34 am
At least it wasn’t The Scheid or Shiterman like I am used to.
By: The Baron on December 15, 2010
at 4:49 pm
Better or at least more socially acceptable than “Dammit David” I guess
By: Chuck on December 15, 2010
at 6:07 pm