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Monday, March 29, 2004

Making heads roll

Weekends go by faster and faster every time. Oy. A 5k walk here, working on the house there, and BAM! It's Monday. Here's a story to start you off on the right foot.

With her permission, I'm posting this about a friend here at work who's expecting in June.

This was an actual conversation had between her and a male coworker in the office. He says some pretty off the wall things, however, this one takes the cake. He comes up to her cube and completely disregards the fact that she's on the phone (just happened to be with me) and he proceeds to ramble on about something totally off the wall. She hangs up with me because obviously didn't didn't get the hint and here's how the conversation went.

Him: Oh sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone. (A blatant lie)

Her: That's ok, what's up?

Him: I just wanted to see how you were doing. (Regarding her pregnancy)

Her: Oh I'm doing fine!

Him: Well, that's good. You'll be fine as long as you stay away from crackers. (And walks away...)

Her: ...?

What the? Since when do pregnant women need to stay away from crackers??? And the funny part is, two minutes earlier she had just been at my desk and had a couple of my wheat crackers. He sits on the other side of the building and there's no way he could have seen her eating a cracker! Where do these people come from??

Other Bizarre sayings from coworkers to her:

Oh, you're starting to show! (Oh really? I thought I was just really bloated for the past 6 months.)

Do your feet hurt from carrying around all that extra weight? (I'm totally serious; this was actually said to her.)

Two words: Insensitive.Morons. I'd like to line these guys up and smack them so hard their heads rattled together. But I think I'll leave the punishment up to her. She's holding back on the urge to rip their heads off but if that were me, I'd rip their heads off and totally blame it on pregnancy hormones. Why not? Don't mess with pregnant ladies.

Happy Monday.

Remind me to tell you about the 5k race on saturday....hence why my mood is "sore".


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