She’s back from maternity leave. Damn. Two other women in my office went on maternity leave and never came back—both of them good workers, nice people. But the Pwincess—noted for her squeaky, adowable baby-talk voice—had to come back.
Not only does she regale everyone in the office with baby stories, flirt nauseatingly with all the men in the office—but now she calls home and talks baby talk to her baby. I need a hunchbacked assistant to pour boiling oil over the cubicle wall onto her. I swear, my head it going to explode if I have to listen to this inane prattling bitch for one more day . . .
LOL, rough. I can’t imagine anything more annoying than that…well, I can but it would be too disturbing to think about. Word to new parents: nobody gives a crap about your baby. That this lady sounds like a real annoyance to start out with, I can only imagine it’s double your pleasure now.
At least she calls home to talk to the baby…as opposed to calling home to talk to her cats. Now that is pathetic.
My kids (no longer babies) are the center of my universe, but I make no assumptions about them even being in any universe of any person not directly related to me.
Eve,
I already HAVE the hump (well, surgically corrected scoliosis, anyway, but I think that would pass in a court of law) and I’ll be there in about 4 hours, boiling oil in tow.
I LOATHE the baby talk. Man, it makes me cwazy. I mean, crazy. I’m so sorry she came back AND now has a reason to tawk baby tawk. Awwww…in’t she da cootest? Who’s the cooootest baby?