I know I shouldn't type anything when my pregnancy hormones have the best of me.
Like right now.
But I can't help it.
I have something that needs saying.
Ok, so it doesn't need to be said, but I'm going to say it anyway because I'm feeling cranky and saucy. And mean.
First thing this morning when I got to work, the phone rang.
It was The Planner.
He said he couldn't come to work because he'd been up all night throwing up.
Uh. You're throwing up....so you can't come to work? Did I hear you correctly?
I wanted to shout into the phone, "GET TO WORK, YOU BIG, FAT, WUSS! I'VE ALREADY THROWN UP TWICE THIS MORNING AND I'M STILL HERE AT MY BLOODY DESK! AND I WAS ON TIME, TOO! AND DO I NEED TO MENTION THAT THIS IS HOW IT'S BEEN FOR THE LAST 2.5 MONTHS??"
Instead I told him I was sorry and hoped he felt better. Because that's what nice, proper people do.
Upon hanging up, I immediately had to run to the bathroom to ralph.
That's what I get for being a jerk.
3 comments:
I would have thought the same thing!
Men. (Of course this is a generalization because there are a few men out there who are very empathetic.)
The only time I ever wanted to just down right punch someone was at Stake Conference, and he was sitting too close to me in the folding chairs in the back. I felt horribly aggravated by his carelessness! I was fighting the urg to deck him right there and could not think of anything else the entire meeting! Hormones are hilarious things, especially when it comes to men who are obviously wusses and have no personal bubble!
Post a Comment