Today is the last day for a long time in which I've got to get up, shower, find underwear and socks, coiff up, co-ordinate my outfit, have breakfast, catch the train and go to work at a set time.
For the next year I will be on-call 24/7 but at least I don't have to shower. Or get dressed. Or eat. Or do anything on a set schedule. Am I kind of excited about that? I think so.
Also, I'll be able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. Now that's exciting! I may have just peed a little bit but that may be from the baby squishing my bladder...
September 25, 2009
September 14, 2009
Collision Course Set!
Mr. Stinky and I went grocery shopping. We were in the produce section. While he was selecting several apples of choice for later consumption I pushed the cart. Very mundane, not at all interesting. Until the bumper cart rolled along.
A woman with a toddler in her cart decided to leave her little side street aisle to rejoin the main aisle, which was where I waited for Mr. Stinky. I had my cart pushed to the side so as not to block traffic. She wasn't paying absolute attention to her surroundings but didn't seem completely oblivious at the same time so let's just call her careless. As she swung her cart into the main aisle she took the corner way too sharply and smashed into the front corner of my cart. Hard enough to jettison my cart backwards and into my ever expanding belly.
I was a little bemused by this woman and it probably showed on my face. She flicked her eyes up at me with a harried expression and uttered a quick "sorry" to which I responded with a bland smile and "OK". To allow her safe passage I pulled my cart back a few inches so we wouldn't be wedged together any longer.
Instead of correcting the position of her cart she pushed her cart forward and therefore staying the course of her previous ramming path, abused my cart and belly some more. The carts were locked and screaming at each other and still she pushed. Remember I said I was in the main aisle, right? That means there was plenty of space in which to maneuver, but I suppose she decided the quickest way out of there was to scrape her cart all along the corner of mine violently before finally becoming free of entanglement. In terms of being in actual cars, my front corner would've been quite smashed up while her car would have been smashed and scraped up all down the side. And still she kept going.
After this incident Mr. Stinky returned with a bag of apples and made a comment about female Asian drivers and I laughed loudly. In the parking lot, we gave her plenty of time to load up and drive away before we dared tread on the same roadways. I still can't believe how poorly she handled her cart but has a driver's licence.
A woman with a toddler in her cart decided to leave her little side street aisle to rejoin the main aisle, which was where I waited for Mr. Stinky. I had my cart pushed to the side so as not to block traffic. She wasn't paying absolute attention to her surroundings but didn't seem completely oblivious at the same time so let's just call her careless. As she swung her cart into the main aisle she took the corner way too sharply and smashed into the front corner of my cart. Hard enough to jettison my cart backwards and into my ever expanding belly.
I was a little bemused by this woman and it probably showed on my face. She flicked her eyes up at me with a harried expression and uttered a quick "sorry" to which I responded with a bland smile and "OK". To allow her safe passage I pulled my cart back a few inches so we wouldn't be wedged together any longer.
Instead of correcting the position of her cart she pushed her cart forward and therefore staying the course of her previous ramming path, abused my cart and belly some more. The carts were locked and screaming at each other and still she pushed. Remember I said I was in the main aisle, right? That means there was plenty of space in which to maneuver, but I suppose she decided the quickest way out of there was to scrape her cart all along the corner of mine violently before finally becoming free of entanglement. In terms of being in actual cars, my front corner would've been quite smashed up while her car would have been smashed and scraped up all down the side. And still she kept going.
After this incident Mr. Stinky returned with a bag of apples and made a comment about female Asian drivers and I laughed loudly. In the parking lot, we gave her plenty of time to load up and drive away before we dared tread on the same roadways. I still can't believe how poorly she handled her cart but has a driver's licence.
September 04, 2009
Slow Friday
I don't think this baby subscribes to the same newsletters that I do on fetal development. For the past couple of weeks I've been told that I should be feeling fewer movement than before because there's less room in my belly for baby to move around. Let me tell you how strongly baby disagrees as he seems incredibly determined to make more space in there. I am keenly aware of baby's every waking moment, especially in the middle of the night when I sometimes think of rolling on top of my belly to stop the in utero break dancing. If I thought that Bugbug was crazy active - which she totally is, this next one will run circles around her. I am worried.
Also had a run-in with a co-worker who annoys me muchly. I've probably written about her before but I don't remember if I ever gave her a name. When I see her approaching I will usually turn around and walk the other way regardless of how not subtle and super rude it looks. When she does manage to corner me to interrogate my personal life I will be polite but give very minimal answers so as to discourage friendship.
Today she followed me straight into the washroom and there was no way for me to escape. I took a deep breath and put on a smile.
Woman I Do Not Like: Oh! You're still here! (referencing my pregnant belly)
Stinky T: Yes I am. (No shit, Sherlock is what I really wanted to say. Unoriginal yes, but nobody asked you.)
WIDNL: But your baby is coming soon. How much longer?
Stinky T: Oh, end of the month.
WIDNL: One more month??
Stinky T: No, end of the month.
Pause
WIDNL: One more week?
At this point I just ignored her, finished up and left.
Also had a run-in with a co-worker who annoys me muchly. I've probably written about her before but I don't remember if I ever gave her a name. When I see her approaching I will usually turn around and walk the other way regardless of how not subtle and super rude it looks. When she does manage to corner me to interrogate my personal life I will be polite but give very minimal answers so as to discourage friendship.
Today she followed me straight into the washroom and there was no way for me to escape. I took a deep breath and put on a smile.
Woman I Do Not Like: Oh! You're still here! (referencing my pregnant belly)
Stinky T: Yes I am. (No shit, Sherlock is what I really wanted to say. Unoriginal yes, but nobody asked you.)
WIDNL: But your baby is coming soon. How much longer?
Stinky T: Oh, end of the month.
WIDNL: One more month??
Stinky T: No, end of the month.
Pause
WIDNL: One more week?
At this point I just ignored her, finished up and left.
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