Last week I worked in a different office, filling in for someone who was out taking care of her very pregnant daughter. This person and I aren’t exactly BFFs, in fact I am pretty sure she despises me. I’m ambivalent. I was probably asked about 500 times if the daughter had had her baby. Being the nice person I am, I politely said I had no idea. What I wanted to say was more along the lines of, “I don’t know, and what’s more, I really don’t give a damn.” It is entirely possible I did say this once or twice but it all sort of blurs together into one big obnoxious week.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m moving, well this also means that I’m quitting my job. Positions such as mine do not open all that often, people usually die before they retire or quit. You can imagine the euphoria some people felt when my position was posted two weeks ago. It was quite a site to behold, people who hadn’t given me the time of day before were suddenly my new besties. All this attention was definitely unwanted on my part, considering I’ve been there almost seven years and it seems a little late to be making nice. Of course, if someone were to try to bribe me with cake I definitely wouldn’t turn that down.
I love how blogger sends me an email, notifying me of new comments. I’m an instant gratification sort of gal, so this works out pretty well. I would like for blogger to stop sending me notifications when I comment on my own posts. I’m pretty sure I’m away that I have written something and then hit the submit button. I’m slow, but not quite that slow.
My two year old is a big Dora fan, much to my chagrin. The other day he was watching an episode of Dora while The Hubs and I were cleaning. Dora is a big fan of positive reinforcement, but what I heard next was a little much, even for me. “Great super blowing” Dora exclaimed to her young listening audience. The Hubs and I started laughing and realized that Dora had a pivotal decision to make, did she spit or swallow?
On that uncomfortable note, go visit The Un Mom for even more random.