Wednesday, December 9, 2009

And now, a text marathon

This is a text conversation that went on between me and my best friend. A little back story here, it is in regards to my supervisor and her surprise grandson.


Me: Dearest Supervisor, I understand you are a happy grandma and proud of your grandkids, but I swear to all that is holy, if I have to listen to you gush about your damn unplanned grandbaby that was so unplanned they didn't know she was pregnant, and your other one born 10 days before, I am going to shove a pencil in your throat, ok? I think 10 times today (literally) is enough. I get it. Thanks, Your loving employee

Meriah: LOL! Isn't that the sickest thing how an unplanned child is taboo till it is in your arms the it is the best thing since sliced bread?!?

Me: I swear, if I have to hear about it one more time or "look at my grandbaby, isn't he cute?" or have to hear the story again, or have to hear her calling them on the phone to check in, I am going to hurt someone.


Me: Ok someone is getting shanked

Meriah: I've got a pen and the coil of a note pad.

Me: Perfect All I need is something mildly pointy. Even if it is dull if you use enough force it will work

Meriah: hehehehehe

Yes people, that is right. All I have heard for the past 2 days at work is about this damn kid and the story about what happened and how great it is and how great a baby he is. Why couldn't this be my month in booking? No, I have to be on the ID desk and sit right next to her. Damn it all to hell.

1 comment:

~M said...

Next time she jams a photo of said baby in your face, say "Wow, it's head looks like a penis." She'll stop talking to you about her precious gwandbwaby.