This week has kinda been a bummer.
Things started going downhill Sunday afternoon when Mr. A hugged me and told me that I felt hot. I was running a fever. On Monday morning I was still running a fever and stayed home from work. The day was productively spent alternating between sleeping and feeling sorry for myself. As a result, NaBloPoMo ended with a whimper instead of a huge flourish.
My body has decided this week to remind me that it thinks I’m getting old. After knitting eight scarves during the month of November my old piano injury flared up and now anything I do with my right hand/wrist is painful. So I switched to hand sewing (left-handed) the binding on a few quilts. Of course, now I need to use cheater reading glasses to see to thread the needle.
The work week has also been a bit overwhelming. There are three holiday events that we’ve been preparing. A couple of times I’ve actually thought that there just isn’t enough time in the day to get everything accomplished.
Plus the added work has put several of my co-workers in rather non-festive moods. An office tradition over the years has been to “Elf” someone. It’s similar to a Secret Santa gift. If a small token gift appears on your desk, the next day you have to do the same to someone else without getting caught. It’s usually something fun from the dollar store, an ornament, or some candy. I received a wooden Santa ornament and gave a box of Tazo Chai tea. Well, many people in the office have put up signs on their cubicles/office doors that say “No Elf Zone” with a picture of an elf with a slash across him. Talk about being humbugs!
Then the coup de grâce…
A male co-worker asked me, “When are you due?”
I was confused.
To clarify his meaning he should have said, “I’m an idiot and assume you are pregnant. When is the baby due?”
Once I understood his meaning I replied, “I’m not pregnant. I simply fat.”
Yea, what a great week.
11 comments:
OUCH! That's just wrong. You NEVER ask that question! Wha't wrong with his mother the she never taught him that.
Here's hoping you feel better and that your weekend is better than your week!
A bummer indeed! Well, it's almost Friday so things can only get better from here. I love the "Elfing" idea, I might steal it and see if it works around here. We used to do Secret Santa but it was a gift every day for a week and it was just too expensive.
Warm and friendly hugs coming your way. Are you getting to feeling better?
I hope your co-irker was suitably embarrassed about his foot-in-mouth syndrome. You can tell him a lesson I am still working on learning: A Closed Mouth Gathers No Feet! ;o)
Ugh! I had a fever recently. Nothing makes me feel sicker. Hope you're all better and that your office elf brings that guy a flaming turd. Humbug that!
Love and Hugs. Wish I could make it all better. Don't let the hum bugs at work get you down. If they can't deal that's their issue. As for Mr Foot in his mouth. Well we all know some people can be stupid beyond belief. Good News is weight comes and goes Stupid is forever. Probably would have written it on his forehead while he was still passed out from me decking him. Still working on that impulse control issue.
Ya just can't fix stupid! Every office has an idiot. Warm thoughts and hugs from the "snowy north". Maybe you should "elf yourself". A desk brightening bouquet from Whole Foods may do the trick and inject a little holiday cheer into what sounds like a dismal office scene! Boone needs to know you are your own elf.
Bahumbug...sorry for the scrooges in your office. Hope you feel better soon and you're able to get everything done in time. As for the doofis (sp), some people are stupid and rude...sounds like another scrooge.
I hope you made a lovely pair of earrings out of that man's testicles. Grrrr.
And seriously? Who can't bother to pick up a little something fun at the Dollar Store? And I thought *I* was a crab this year!
Ugh. I'm sorry. But isn't incredible how we can have such a rotten day (or week) and then suddenly things turn around? (I say this having read the wonderful post about your son's accomplishment).
What a jerk. You should ask him when his ass is due for a check up. I'm sorry you've been feeling lousy. I had a dinner outdoors on Thursday night that was nothing but absolutely lovely. Still it was very cold, and I can feel the tickler of something starting. Another cold front is moving in next week.
You're not cheating. Cheating at knitting is buying a finished piece from someone else. ;-)
Back when we used to have office Christmas parties (canceled years ago when whiny people bitched that our $10,000 extravaganzas weren't good enough, thanks a bunch guys), everyone knew just to get me a box of ammo and I'd be happy. It was always a good laugh when I opened mine up.
Your male idiot coworker must be young or incredibly stupid. I thought all modern "sensitive males" knew not to phrase a question that way. Don't ask about a pregnancy, period. Ever. It's a man's job to pretend that they don't see it, whatever it may be.
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