And, then at 11 am, my world stopped.
Yes, that's right.
"Mommy with twins" decided to come for a visit with said twins.
You might remember her from several months ago - when she tormented me all day long with her woeful tales of heartburn and deciding what to eat.
Right on cue, the entire office surrounded her with the usual "Oohs" and "Ahs".
Let me put this in perspective for you. This is a real picture of my desk. Do you see the half wall? She sits on the other side.
One guess where everyone gathered.
I've gotten better. I can actually stand that for about 10 minutes now.
When I felt like I had enough, I started searching for reasons to leave my desk.
I successfully found a reason to walk to the copier 4 different times.
"Boy, isn't Suzanne busy? She gets back to her desk and then runs off again".
I was running out of things to copy and about 2 seconds away from going back down to copy my own ass when the question came...
"Aren't they so cute? Don't you want another?!"
(dream sequence)
We interrupt this program to bring you late breaking news...
There seems to have been an incident at a business located in the Washington, DC suburbs.
Sources say a crazed woman grabbed her stapler and began running around the office screaming.
One eyewitness reports, "She was crazy and shooting people with staples. I heard her scream "That's for my ovaries, biotch!"
Another eyewitness reports he has never seen such a crazy scene.
Suzanne? Did you hear me?
Uh, yeah. I heard you...excuse me - that was just a minor psychotic break.
Now, part of me wants to give dumbass a break because I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what I'm going through.
And the other part of me?
I wanted to strangle her for being so damn ignorant.
Bringing your new kid to work is something I've never really understood.
I mean, is it just a reason to say "Look at me and what I accomplished"?!
Because I seriously don't give a damn about what people think of me or what I do outside of work.
They are co-workers, not my friends. I don't need their approval and I certainly don't want them manhandling my kid.
I've seen what those people do in the break room.
5 comments:
I'm so sorry, Suzanne. Been there many many many many times. Was there just today at our Christmas luncheon. A coworker felt the need to just run home and get her daughter before coming back to pop in at the luncheon. Really not necessary.
I'm sorry - I know how hard it is.
I have a hard enough time when there's only 1 baby being shown off ... but 2? Right next door? I'm sorry.
I'm sorry:( You daydream made me laugh, though:) That will be me soon, I have two pg co-workers...I dread those days.
For effs sake, just send the damn picture in an email like everyone else. At least you can get the pleasure of hitting "delete" without any thought.
I'm sorry you had to sit through this. I likely would have just lost it right there in my cube.
Suzanne...
*hugs*
Your daydream was just too funny! You and Brenda can make the very serious so funny at the same time.
Don't get me wrong...I know how painful all this is.
I'm trying to rescind a christmas day invitation because I don't want to be impolite by saying "our reproductivity is not up for discussion"...because I know the question is coming up again. I tried politely to deflect the 'so when are you going to...' question over the phone... but some people are very obtuse!
Wishing you a good holiday season!
Anna
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