Like Moths to a Flame...
I hate moths. In saying that, it never fails that the winged-creature will catapult themselves into my hair, snuggling right up to my ear, or volunteer for dinner... and crash near (or in) my mouth. I am sure you are cringing with distaste, but it is so very true. And they lurk in the car vents... like a murderer awaiting thir victim. Here in our lovely Rocky Mountain State, they come in droves. I have been lucky the last couple years as weather has wiped out their migration flight before they arrived in Colorado Springs. However, the memory of my mom turning on a standing light and waiting with the vacuum cleaner in hand haunts to me this day. Even worse, the sound they make of "phlunk" as they are swept into the hose to their demise makes me heave.
Now, don't go thinking that this post is about moths, for, it is surely not! But when I came up with the clever title of which to use, I was swarmed with memories of the flying demons. What made me think of the moth's attraction to the flame was a baby's cry. Oh yes! When a baby cries, people in the workplace flock to it. That also goes for a baby's laugh or any other bodily function. And yes, if you were not cringing before when I was talking about the moth being in my mouth, I am sure you are now.
It was half past one when I hear it... the oh so slight cry of some new mother venturing in with her baby. She sounded a good three departments away. Whew. No worries. Yet, a few minutes later, I heard the cry again and I knew it was getting closer. I held my breath in and waited... within 30 seconds one of my team mates was on the prowl, out of their seat and scouting for the (still faint) baby's call. Now, usually when a child would stroll up in my area, my team would take full advantage of teasing me for not having kids yet. They would bring the child over to me and joyfully watch my look turn from ferventy working to uncomfortable and nervous. Now, don't think that I do not like children. I love them, but it is just not that time for me yet. And my lack of exposure to very young children shines through when I am around them. To be honest, my mother and father have given me so much crap in the past 8 years that sometimes I pretend not to like babies so they will leave the touchy siubject alone. Recently, to my delight, they had told me they had given up all hope.
Anywho, I was ducking in my cubicle, awaiting the baby to be brought to my lap. Nothing happened... I waiting longer, intensely working in hopes that nobody would notice me. It was then I realized that I had switched teams recently and nobody here is keen to my underhanded love of children. I relaxed as I saw my team member return to her desk, rejuvenated by the interaction with the child and settle in at her desk.
I am sure those of you from my old team are laughing at this post, which you should because it is so darn true. I have enjoyed my new co-workers respond to "Guess what?" with anything other than "YOU'RE PREGNANT!"
Now, don't go thinking that this post is about moths, for, it is surely not! But when I came up with the clever title of which to use, I was swarmed with memories of the flying demons. What made me think of the moth's attraction to the flame was a baby's cry. Oh yes! When a baby cries, people in the workplace flock to it. That also goes for a baby's laugh or any other bodily function. And yes, if you were not cringing before when I was talking about the moth being in my mouth, I am sure you are now.
It was half past one when I hear it... the oh so slight cry of some new mother venturing in with her baby. She sounded a good three departments away. Whew. No worries. Yet, a few minutes later, I heard the cry again and I knew it was getting closer. I held my breath in and waited... within 30 seconds one of my team mates was on the prowl, out of their seat and scouting for the (still faint) baby's call. Now, usually when a child would stroll up in my area, my team would take full advantage of teasing me for not having kids yet. They would bring the child over to me and joyfully watch my look turn from ferventy working to uncomfortable and nervous. Now, don't think that I do not like children. I love them, but it is just not that time for me yet. And my lack of exposure to very young children shines through when I am around them. To be honest, my mother and father have given me so much crap in the past 8 years that sometimes I pretend not to like babies so they will leave the touchy siubject alone. Recently, to my delight, they had told me they had given up all hope.
Anywho, I was ducking in my cubicle, awaiting the baby to be brought to my lap. Nothing happened... I waiting longer, intensely working in hopes that nobody would notice me. It was then I realized that I had switched teams recently and nobody here is keen to my underhanded love of children. I relaxed as I saw my team member return to her desk, rejuvenated by the interaction with the child and settle in at her desk.
I am sure those of you from my old team are laughing at this post, which you should because it is so darn true. I have enjoyed my new co-workers respond to "Guess what?" with anything other than "YOU'RE PREGNANT!"
posted by Nic at 12:30 PM
1 Comments:
ahhhh....how that brings back the memories! lol
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