Office Offspring
If there’s one thing that gives me the shits, it’s when people who’ve been on maternity leave feel it necessary to bring their screaming little bundles of placenta bi-product into the office, as if to say “see I really was pregnant.”
Or maybe it’s more that they think that somehow everybody else seems to “give a shit.”
There’s one of them in the office right now, as I type these very words through gritted teeth.
The proud mother is carrying this min-person adorned in pink, much to the delight of all the other female staff. They all gather round to coo and “aah” as the infant makes the odd gargling, screaming noise, which is, in turn applauded and cheered on by all the has-been mothers or mothers in waiting. This in turn simply serves to encourage the screaming gargling thing to make more screaming noises and on it goes…
It’s fucking disgusting.
It’s bad enough to have to deal with people one is forced to work with never mind having to contend with their fricken offspring as well.
I mean, do we really need to see the tangible evidence that these people are capable of producing some biological concoction as a result of bumpin their uglies? I think not.
At least there is one small mercy.
Thankfully I’ve been spared a visit by the proud mum with the kid in tow.
Probably in part, I suspect, to the major vibes of complete indifference, nay disdain, that must be emanating from my small workspace.
“Stay the fuck away” is like an invisible billboard above my head that flashes in the face of these new “mothers” as they troll around the office, vaguely interrupting people that fall over themselves to feign affection and concern.
And then there’s all the “in talk” about feeding, sleeping and changing and all that shite…
Get them all the hell out of the office I say!
In fact there should be some sort of law against it.
Thank you. I feel better now.
reb
I’ll tell you what’s as bad,these sanctimonious dick heads who have bloody photos of their bloody kids and their bloody partner arranged around like bloody images in a crypt where the bludgers bloody well should be, I mean, don’t you go to work to escape the bastards..Why not bring in the bloody dog or the stinking cat.
Seeing them live,that’s just bloody repugnant.
“that’s just bloody repugnant”
I couldn’t have put it better myself LM!!
And how about these bloody people (MILNTF) who have these bloody wallets , about a foot thick, with ’snaps’, spare me, snaps, of wormy ,lice ridden, green objects hanging out of a nostril, sullen,smelly,costly, things, and they lay this bloody wallet,or half a Croc; or Roo; or recycled bloody milk cartons, down while they go through six fucken credit cards to get one that works, so you can be repulsed by the ’snaps’ while they fuck around , then they piss off to the bloody Range Rover that’s parked in the disabled bloody zone to piss of to ‘Mumsy coming, Trent or bloody Chasity
, all about bloody 3-00pm to allow these bloody things into society..
I’ll start on their bloody kids next.
So *this* is where all the angry people hang out… hehe
But yes – I agree – that’s why I moved overseas when my siblings were all having sprogs – I returned when they were all potty trained and able to feed themselves.
Apart from suicide kits and providing false hope to homeless people i sell baby kits, inside is a needle and heroin, once the baby is asleep the crowd moves on with boredom. There is a 10% surcharge on the kits in baby boom periods.
So *this* is where all the angry people hang out… hehe.
hehe, in the a way of being kind to you , who’s angry? I’m not angry, Reb seems to be not angry, just proffering observations,
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available to you on a glance. We notice , we abhor. Where is the anger?.
This “GT” is the emancipate that we forethought had to be, and now is!, we don’t carp nor ostracize an issue, only mild comment .I really don’t enjoy a ‘rampart’ to be applied, but ‘angry’ , may well be notice served that ,angry may well be applied.:)
aquanut, may be best to ease back on that line,
Joni,
We’re not angry – we’re just saying what everbody else is thinking but are too polite to say it!!
Music Break
This is us! ok..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsiW635atrs
Happens in my place as well, Reb. And given that we have about 150 employees and about 70% of them are women, someone’s always pregnant or bringing their newborn maggot in for a whip ’round to generate some “Ooohs” and “Aaaahs”.
They all look the bloody same to me. They’re babies. They’re all bloody ugly, and all they do for the first year or so is sleep, poo, pee, vomit and wail.
What’s so “Ooooh” and “Aaaah” about that, for Christ’s sake?
“70% of them are women, someone’s always pregnant”
germane to the subject. (I spend hours searching for a song to typify the quality of this site , and to my delight, none of you boofs bothered, room for expansion here.)
It’s happening now – metres away from my desk…. ooos and ahhhs……
F-off and let me wallow in my cubicle !!!!
And now the baby is crying – oh great. Don’t they realise that the crying interfers with Neil Diamond on my iPod?!!
And as for this crap of taking brats into parliament!!
Who do they think they are? Madonna?
This is a cruel punishment for children. Poor development too, children don’t need to get tuition on dummy spitting from these experts.
I feel sorry for you Joni.
I know how it feels. It’s bloody awful.
They should be banned from the office.
It’s still here – I do not know what is worse – the baby crying or the sychophantic adults…. grrrr…. I need beer.
This isnt charity talk but there is no open thread..
For days now the media have been circling the bodies of the PM and opposition waiting to see who’s carcase stops moving first as to then decide whom to lay the boot in.
I cant believe how much attention this has received considering the issue at hand. Pollies mislead the people on a regular basis so to me stiff sh*t it happened to parliament, fix all the pollies or dont bother at all.
As for the liberals, they need dirt on Rudd as no policy they have will get them through an election.
I went to kilcoy camping and while entering i saw a bigfoot statue. I remember waking up and i looked down and i really saw a bigfoot, its just that it was connected to my leg. Some weird sounds through the night and then i stopped masturbaing and it was quiet again. The yabbies were a big size and a good feed so that made the day for me as the dive was crap with no wetsuit(forgot it) very cold and the scratches from all the branchs looked as i had a long sexual relationship with barbed wire.
Another day, another workplace baby!
Well here’s a confession.
I make toiletpaper. Not too many offspring in the workplace.