Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Ridiculously hormonal

Let's just start a short list of what's making me cry today.

Scully told me that a Jamaican Olympian won the 10 meter dash and set a new world record. Crying yet? Nope. Just fine. Then she said that he kept running past the finish line and over to the stands where he hugged his Mom. Sobbing, Sobbing, Weeping!!!

Um, okay. . .

Driving to work I pop in some Jesus Christ Superstar. This does not in and of itself make me cry but listening to it makes me think of two things: Les Miserables (the mere thought of which is enough to make me cry and does) and my sister, now known as Tia Lila (crying, crying, crying.)

So we're off to a good start, I tell Scully when she calls me with the drop off report.

I then arrive at work. A very good friend who works here has just accepted a new job and even though it is a wonderful opportunity for her and she will absolutely kick ass at it. . . It does mean that I have begun the grieving process. Really, there are days when I was struggling and I could simply head down the hall and sit in her space. I'm not really ready to give that up & am doubtful I'll ever be ready. So we can expect more crying.

Best part of being pregnant? It is a great excuse for a woman who (even when she is not pregnant) is completely, thoroughly and ridiculously hormonal.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

You can still come sit in my office. I can leave the chairs and plants and doll here if you'd like. Or maybe you should just take the doll in - you'll save it from finding it's way to Scully's office.

the fruitfemme said...

Poor Scully has no idea what she's in for!

scully said...

can someone explain the doll please, it sounds creepy to me.

the fruitfemme said...

It sounds creepy because it is creepy. I'll leave that for your new coworker to explain!

Anonymous said...

it's the bomb FF, quit lying. seriously...it's nothing short of spectacular. in fact, it's visually spectacular and not to be missed.

laurharr said...

It is creepy indeed. Makes you think the owner of the doll (that is on prominent display as you walk into her office) may be the mayor of Creepville. Harsh words anonymous, but truer words never were written.