Ok, so yesterday was FINALLY my last day to work at Target!!! Yay!! I meant to blog about this then, but I had a Calculus test to study for. So anyway. . .
ONE THING about working in retail that I don't really like is how people who are in the store all the time feel that they know you just because they see you A LOT. It's one thing to be friendly, but some people honestly act like I am their best friend just because they see me in Target all the time. But lately all I get are the pregnancy comments: "Oh you're getting SOOO BIG!!!" (something you say to a growing 8-year-old, not a pregnant person) or "You must be having twins!!" (I am pretty sure I'm not, but I definetly do NOT want to entertain that thought) or "Wow! I couldn't even tell you were pregnant last time I saw you. Has it been that long?" (like I am an old friend or something, but 'I am pretty sure I don't even know you"-I think). It goes on and on.
THE WORST thing about being pregnant is the ASTOUNDING NUMBER OF STRANGERS with the sudden URGE to TOUCH ME!!! I might as well post a sign on my belly that says "Rub Here". I mean, you don't go around rubbing on complete strangers stomachs when they aren't pregnant. Why does the fact that someone is pregnant spark the idea that it is okay to touch them even when you don't know them. SOME PEOPLE DON'T EVEN ASK!! It's annoying, and wierd. It's just a belly. Would you go up to a FAT MAN and rub his stomach just because it's poking out?? I mean, really. It's one thing if I know you, but if I don't... It's just wierd.
OH BUT I WAS TALKING about my LAST DAY IN HELL. So, like I said, yesterday was my last day at work. I am officially on maternity leave. It feels soooooooooo good, like indescribably good. Nothing eventful happened really. Sorry I don't have some crazy event to rehash. I just got person after person telling me how big my stomach was and how labor was going to be. I don't know why everyone can't be like the occasional person who says "Congrats" and keeps it moving. I like that. Or the people who don't even comment at all. I get the fortune tellers who keep telling me I am having a boy because I am carrying so low (It's a girl; I have had 3 ultrasounds) or that I won't make it until Saturday (my due date--They always ask my due date, then basically say that it's wrong). And this phrase I must have heard 50 times last night: "Oh my! You look like you're about to pop!" I mean, what do you say to that?? And, a person can only fake a realistic laugh so many times before it gets REALLY REALLY OLD.
SO THAT was my last day in hell. But now that I think about it, there is nothing really here that makes it too much different from any other day. It wasn't so hellish really last night, just a little tiring and annoying...
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haha I love you Monique. That's so funny. I hate it when people pretend like they know me when they really don't...I can't even imagine people trying to rub my belly. I'm kind of a bitch though, so I'd probably be like "um excuse me, why are you touching me!??" and then blame the meanness on my hormones. hahaha....you better call me when that kid comes out...I want to see HER....not him! lol
Congrats! I hope everything goes well with your labor and what not. :D
OH NO! I think I said that "about to pop" comment. I'm sorry.
When I was pregnant, I started looking like I had swallowed a watermelon by the time I was four months. Seriously. I think it was because I was really tiny already and so short. But, you're right, people touch you. It is SO ridiculously bizarre. I just started saying that I was a Buddha.
Ha! Ha!
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