On the subject of the birth of Veronica, talking to the people at work about it was one of the things I was not looking forward to. I had told hardly anyone about it, only mentioning it to my boss as justification for taking time off.
So, hardly anyone knew, and since Cisco bought us, time-off requests no longer go through the Fat Old Hag, she didn’t even know I was going to be out of the office. And what she doesn’t know, she can’t talk to me about.
So, everything was looking good. Except, after the baby was born, I sent an e-mail to my boss about it, and he forwarded it to everyone in the company.
So when I went back to work, people were congratulating me and asking questions, and I got to tell the same story over and over. I felt like this:
And what’s worse, the FOH adores babies, and so she came over a bunch of times asking for pictures, asking about the birth, asking about baby details, and asking all sorts of bizarre follow-up questions. I don’t know how women come up with the bizarre follow-up questions, I can only imagine they are caused by a chain reaction between hormonal imbalance and women’s intuition.
Ugh. So now that I’ve had a baby, she thinks I’m really cool again, and wants to see pictures and stand in my cube making faces.
Luckily, I still have my noise-cancellation headphones, and can pretend like I can’t hear her.