So, the girl who's pregnant after a miscarriage (PAAM), the one who was on the verge of starting IUI or IVF or what have you, she says to me yesterday, she says, "I can't talk to Career Woman about being pregnant. I'd rather talk to you and the other girl (OG) who's desperate to get pregnant."
OG, she's quite depressed (but she's a bit of a hypochondriac, so, y'know, her health is always a bit of a drama). She thinks she might be pregnant (late), but she suspects she's not. I think there's a good chance she is.
Apparently Career Woman went to her mom's the other night for dinner. The first thing out of mom's mouth was, "Have you started thinking of names yet?"
Career Woman's answer was to storm back out of the house.
What's really funny is that none of us can image Career Woman with children. Everytime a toddler starts screaming or running around the store (that is to say, daily), she gets this deer in headlights look. She's determined to work up until, but I can't see that happening. I think she'll get too stressed...she's mood-swingy enough as it is at the moment.
There's no doubt we're now being targeted by shoplifters. The big OUR WAREHOUSE IS CLOSING DOWN signs are still in the window, although the sale supposedly ends on Friday. They're coming in every day, and last weekend one of the regulars managed to steal some $400 worth of goods. But what can you do when you're shortstaffed, have deliveries and a line of customers at the desk? Apparently Career Woman literally chased down a shoplifter the other day, getting what the chick had stolen back. The cheek.
When you come into the store at 5 minutes to closing 'just to browse', yeah, we hate you.