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Chipmunk415
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What the hell did you just say? Work edition!
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What's the craziest thing someone has recently said to you?
My 28th birthday was the Friday before Thanksgiving. Later in the day, my irritating co worker ( turned 65 earlier in the month, several of us refer to her as "the Queen" due to her high nosed attitude towards everyone but the boss lady), found out that I was now 28. She immediately told me that I had to get pregnant. Right. Fucking. Now. She apparently had twins when she was 28. Woop dee friggin doo.
The fact that I'm not planning on getting pregnant for another two years is supposedly a TRAVESTY. Further, according to her, waiting till I'm 30 will mean I'm too old to get pregnant, and women who have children past 30 have several problems with pregnancy, namely 1) your body doesn't bounce back as svelte as it would in your 20s, and 2) babies born to women over 30 have "problems" (ie, physical and mental). My mom was 37 when she had me. My sister was 36 when she had her eldest, and we all turned out ok, thankyouverymuch.
I deserve wine and cookies because I did not belt her right then and there. This woman has no medical training other than to monitor her own diabetes and check her blood sugar. Yet apparently I'm horrible because I'm waiting a few more years to have kids. Yep, cookies, wine, fudge, and some cake for me!
Incidentally, this made for an interesting conversation with DH at my birthday dinner, when I was sipping my margarita and informed him that we apparently would be horrible people if we didn't get me pregnant immediately, so birth control be damned, when we got home he needed to climb aboard. He nearly choked on the enchilada, and I had to prevent him from finding co worker and belting her himself.
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Re: What the hell did you just say? Work edition!
I have a co-worker who likes to make comments about me being so skinny, my healthy lunches, etc. I've never given blood before and our company had a blood drive last week. We were in the kitchen talking, and I asked some question about giving blood.
She then said "well you have to be at least 100 pounds to give blood. Are you?" I know it's not a huge deal, but it bugged the shit out of me because she likes to make comments that I'm too skinny and don't eat enough.
I'm 5'6 130 pounds. I don't see how you can possibly construe me as being less than 100 pounds. I think it bothered me because she likes to make comments about how I need to gain weight.
One of FI's coworkers saw me recently and proclaimed that I had lost a "ton" of weight. Well, first of all, thanks for making me feel like I was a whale before. Second, I am maybe 15lbs lighter than the last time you saw me, and it's certainly not a dramatic or drastic change.
In my old law firm job, I had a horrible boss. As in, borderline abusive--he would lock himself in the office next to where I sat and throw chairs at the wall while yelling and cussing. He also tried to turn me in to his dogsitter, which I did several times, and when he got upset with me because I declined changing my OOT Thanksgiving plans one year to stay home with his dog (yes, you read that right), I just couldn't take it. He was the head partner, but I went to the other partner who was our "HR" person (very small office) to discuss how I thought it maybe, just might be, possibly a little bit inappropriate to expect me to change travel plans to dogsit for free over a holiday. I was advised to get therapy to learn coping techniques for dealing with a difficult boss. Ummm...pretty sure he's the one in need of therapy. I was conveniently laid off a month later, on Christmas Eve. Nice.
I used to work with a nasty, racist, perpetually cranky old biddy. One day she asked me what nationality my last name was. When I said French Canadian, she said, "Oh, I hate French Canadians. They're such rude people."
Okay then.
The other week we were walking out at the same time and he commented that I "wear the sexiest hosiery."
Okay. Slightly awkward wording, but whatever. I laugh and say thanks.
He then proceeds to tell me that it "drives him crazy, and thank you."
Yeah that's weird...I have this one volunteer who annoys the crap out of me. He constantly says things like "I don't know colors as well as women, because they have to choose 50 shades of lipstick unlike men". He says things like that all the time. Unfortunately he shows up and does his job so I can't get rid of him.
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I'm the fuck out.
Also like, dude, you dated two of my friends. I've heard about your skills and abilities and I am unimpressed.
Ugh. I'm thankful that those customers are single incidents for me. I've never had the repeat offenders.
Why are so many people so interested in when we do or do not have unprotected sex? Seriously??
I KNOW that I'll start to get those questions pretty soon after I get married. I expect them from my grandmother, but that's fine. She's 89, so she's allowed to say whatever she wants. But ugh - I know my mom will get involved pretty soon after we get married, as will his family. They've already started making comments about how I'm "practicing" when I hold or play with my future neices and nephews. Um, no. I'm just helping you out. I'm not practicing,
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Apparently I just look absolutely horrified. I got back to my table and my FI was like "What on earth did he say to you? your face just went completely red and you looked so uncomfortable!" FI was pretty unimpressed but knew the guy was just joking.
I have the cranky old bitch of a co-worker who NEVER stops whining, complaining, giving her opinions when not asked, and doling out gems like "Never get married and NEVER NEVER have kids! It will ruin your life." She has two children from two failed marriages. I knew sooner or later I would get to come in one day and tell her "I'm engaged" and it would finally stop the "Never get married!" talk (it did).
I also have the creepy as fuck salesrep who, THANK GOD, lives & works out of an office several states away. He comes to the main office where I work for 3-4 days each month. I don't work in his department, but I work closely with his department. It's work that doesn't require his involvement. I work very very well with the men in his department, but I absolutely loathe him. He is an absolute grease ball. He makes the most disgusting comments, and gives me the most disgusting looks. He once texted me that he needed to find a local girlfriend for when he's in town. It was very very clear he was seeing if I would sleep with him when he's in town. He is one of those guys who doesn't take "I'm in a very happy, monogamous, long term relationship" as a no. I was very happy when I could throw my ring in his face and tell him I'm engaged. He wasn't as creepy for a while, until his last visit a month ago, when he finally noticed I've lost 35 pounds this year. He looked me up and down, at close range, and went on and on about how good I look and how my clothes are practically falling off of me. I'll take compliments about my weight loss any day, from anybody, but the way he said it made me want to gain it all back.
I also had the creepy customer when I was a restaurant manager. He mistook customer service for customer service. He got my phone number somehow and started texted me regularly when I wasn't at work, complaining about his food. Um? Tell the manager on duty. There's nothing I can do. I ran into him and his super creepy friends at a trendy bar one night. This was soon after the restaurant where I'd met him closed, and I was trashed, so I let him have it. It was so cathartic to tell him that a restaurant employee, whose first priority is customer satisfaction, is NOT hitting on you when they smile and tell you to enjoy your dinner or gets you extra dressing for your salad.