The 5th floor where I currently work is abuzz. One of the staff members is due to become a father any day now. Well that sounds stupid, as soon as she is knocked up your a father of a sort, aren't you? So suffice to say the sprog is due. Overdue. Tardy even.
I work in a place dominated by female employees, many of them with children old enough so that they have forgotten just how repulsive babies really are. So you will not be suprised to find that they are voracious in their desire to hear more about the imminent bundle of joy. It's bad enough just overhearing it.
I rather feel sorry for the guy actually, he can't even get a phone call without being harangued, and every morning he must hear "Oh, what, you're here again" variations ad nauseum. I fear one day he might snap and do someone an injury - who could be that patient in the face of such repetitive jocularity?
Clearly, the way to be popular in a workplace is to get baking that family.
Am I buying into the fascination by posting?
Will I begin updates with (as someone I know put it) the bubble has/ has not burst?
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