March 17, 2012
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Can I shoot myself now?
Yes, I'm sorry. This is basically another rant.
My work is starting to get REALLY irritating. I deal with customers for 8 hours a day, and work in a place that has its fair share of regulars. It's one thing to talk about my pregnancy with coworkers. It's another to talk about it all the time with customers.
I'm sorry, but since when is it a customer's business to question me about my pregnancy? I get that it's exciting, especially for some people who aren't pregnant. Some people just LOVE seeing pregnant ladies. That's fine if they want to get an eye full, but I'm getting sick and effing tired to hearing: "I didn't know you're pregnant!" (Good for you!) or "When are you due?" (July...no you don't get to know the actual date!) "How far along are you?" (Far enough that I'm outta here in three months.) or "Do you know what you're having?" (Why? So you can tell me I'm going to have a great time or that's too bad boy's are easier?)or "Do you have any cravings?" (No and wipe that look of surprise off your face.) and my personally HATED favorite "How are you feeling?" (SHUT UP!)
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It's none of their buuuuuusssiinnneeesssss.........I've already decided that if they ask me about names I'll tell them I have one, but I'm not going to tell them WHAT it is. I draw the line at sharing her name. But I would really like to draw the line at the first question. It's a such a hard thing to deal with. How can I express that I don't wish to talk about it with strangers and be polite about it?
And then there's all the unsolicited advice. Heaven forbid I ever mention a symptom, for example heart burn. "Oh, it's only going to get worse!" Ha f*cking ha! As if I'm not aware of that! I don't need customers telling me how bad it's going to get, or how wonderful they are once they're here, or how excited I must be getting. I. KNOW. I'm here, I'm getting there, and HOW COULD I NOT BE?!
And then there are the wives' tales. Oh how I hate the wives' tales because my pregnancy is blowing quite a lot of them out of the water. Yesterday I had a regular customer (crazy old bat, I might add) who ARGUED with me about the gender of my baby. She asked about cravings and was so beside herself that I don't have any. Then she said that if I'm not craving dairy I'm having a boy. End of story, apparently. I said, "No, I'm having a girl." She said, "If you're not craving dairy by now, it's a boy. I've been there and done that." I just said, "Well my ultrasound said it's a girl." DON'T ARGUE WITH SCIENCE! She didn't say anything after that. What. The. Heck?
Later that day I think I scared another woman by pregnantness. She stopped in her tracks, looked at my wearily and asked, "Is there a baby in there?" Uhh..excuse me? What else would it be? Then mumbled something about gas that I didn't hear twice, helped her and had her on her way while I sat there scratching my head wondering what just happened. Either that woman is scared of pregnant ladies, or she thought I was THAT bloated. What is going on?!Then today, I had another customer tell me that my maternal glow made her want to cry...*crickets* Say what?
So another three months of this....can I deal with it? I certainly hope so. I'm losing it though. It's exhausting me. I don't want to spend my off time with anyone other than my DH because I'm so mentally exhausted from these people. *Sigh*