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I Really Need To Put A Stop Sign Between My Brain And Mouth

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Well today was a fun day at work. Remember my Mother’s Day event when I dashed the niece-in-law’s hopes and dreams of working with animals without having to put any to sleep? Wait, what — I didn’t post that story already? Oh Goddamnit. First thing’s first:

On Mother’s Day I went with the better half to the in-law’s place. The highlight of the visit was responding to the 10-year-old niece-in-law and her desire to be a “zoo doctor” instead of a regular vet. Why did she want to be a zoo doctor? Because she said she didn’t want to put pets down. And without missing a beat what did I say? “Well zoo animals also get put to sleep.” Whoops.

Now you’re caught up and here’s the sequel.

At work there is this part-time worker who works on the same project I do. She has two kids. Today was her little one’s birthday. This morning the tyke comes running into my office and shouts, “Hi kkk! I’m 4!” I really wasn’t paying attention to her because I was typing something, but I’m convinced that kids prefer people who don’t get all up in their grill and do that baby-talk shit. God I hate that. The better half still does that to her nieces and nephew — and they are approaching teenage years. Remember that Mothers Day event when I dahsed the niece-in-law’s hopes and dreams of working with animals without having to put any to sleep? Well the nephew decided to spike his hair. When Mrs. kkk saw this she shouted “HI SPIKEY!” Good God. Even I couldn’t keep quiet on this one. “Hi Spikey? Good God he’s 12 not 2.” Wait a second. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah.

At work there is this part-time worker who works on the same project I do. She has two kids. Today was her little one’s birthday. This morning the tyke comes running into my office and shouts, “Hi kkk! I’m 4!” I really wasn’t paying attention to her because I was typing something, My reply went something like “In a few years I’ll be 4, too … with a big fat zero at the end. I can’t wait…” It was at that moment I remembered the age of the part-time co-worker, who was also in the room. She then and gave her usual “why am I here?” look. To my credit (if you want to call this “credit”), after the kid left the room I did say “whoops” to her mother. Don’t think that helped matters much.

Written by kkktookmybabyaway

July 9, 2009 at 8:27 pm

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