Real life is for the BEES. In a coffee cup.
Ugh. This week is dragging, plus my fever came back Tuesday, but I beat it into submission, so yay. XD
I was supposed to be doing Chemo this week, but switched with Mum because the last thing I wanted when I wasn't feeling well was to be trapped in a room gowned up with gloves and a mask on. It severely inhibits my breathing and I sweat like a mofo, because ventilation is apparently not a priority during sterile work.
So instead I am Narcotics this week, which is yay, because bar the whole pinning-down-a-nurse-to-sign-for-them issue when I deliver, I really like this shift because you pretty much get to do things at your own pace.
Anyway, so normally one of the techs, Erin, drives me nuts. Not in a I HATE YOU!! sort of way, but she's the closest to my age, by about a year or two, and she's recently back from maternity leave, so her whole world revolves around her kid (who admittedly is the most adorable chubby-faced infant ever). She's also one of the leaders in the Sarah-will-change-her-mind pool when it comes to me not wanting kids. Irene... on the other hand, is everything I hate in a parent. She spoils her son, frets uselessly over the dumbest things, and just can't understand why someone doesn't want to hear about her precious baby boy for an entire eight hour shift.
So today, Erin and Irene are behind me in the Narc vault doing some packaging for me, which is great, and Irene is on this kick about buying a summer home when they retire (she's barely 30) and leaving their current house to her son for him and his kids.
So of course I have to pop in with, "Well, what if he decides not to have kids?"
And Erin rose herself in my eyes by adding, "Or what if he's gay?"
To which Irene replied (and kind of made my blood boil), "Oh... well, he won't be. I mean... if he was, I don't know... I'd find it hard to accept, but maybe I would eventually."
While my mouth is hanging open - figuratively - she proceeds to make my jaw drop further by adding, "I just find it's too accepted these days."
I was like, "... what?"
I couldn't even say anything for a moment I was so shocked, but then I just bit my tongue and said nothing.
Erin just shrugged and said, "As a parent, as long as my kid's happy, I don't care."
I wanted to hug her, because it's completely the kind of attitude I wish more people had about their kids.
Ugh. I hate people sometimes.
I was supposed to be doing Chemo this week, but switched with Mum because the last thing I wanted when I wasn't feeling well was to be trapped in a room gowned up with gloves and a mask on. It severely inhibits my breathing and I sweat like a mofo, because ventilation is apparently not a priority during sterile work.
So instead I am Narcotics this week, which is yay, because bar the whole pinning-down-a-nurse-to-sign-for-them issue when I deliver, I really like this shift because you pretty much get to do things at your own pace.
Anyway, so normally one of the techs, Erin, drives me nuts. Not in a I HATE YOU!! sort of way, but she's the closest to my age, by about a year or two, and she's recently back from maternity leave, so her whole world revolves around her kid (who admittedly is the most adorable chubby-faced infant ever). She's also one of the leaders in the Sarah-will-change-her-mind pool when it comes to me not wanting kids. Irene... on the other hand, is everything I hate in a parent. She spoils her son, frets uselessly over the dumbest things, and just can't understand why someone doesn't want to hear about her precious baby boy for an entire eight hour shift.
So today, Erin and Irene are behind me in the Narc vault doing some packaging for me, which is great, and Irene is on this kick about buying a summer home when they retire (she's barely 30) and leaving their current house to her son for him and his kids.
So of course I have to pop in with, "Well, what if he decides not to have kids?"
And Erin rose herself in my eyes by adding, "Or what if he's gay?"
To which Irene replied (and kind of made my blood boil), "Oh... well, he won't be. I mean... if he was, I don't know... I'd find it hard to accept, but maybe I would eventually."
While my mouth is hanging open - figuratively - she proceeds to make my jaw drop further by adding, "I just find it's too accepted these days."
I was like, "... what?"
I couldn't even say anything for a moment I was so shocked, but then I just bit my tongue and said nothing.
Erin just shrugged and said, "As a parent, as long as my kid's happy, I don't care."
I wanted to hug her, because it's completely the kind of attitude I wish more people had about their kids.
Ugh. I hate people sometimes.