Today is unbearably slow at the office. Rain all weekend left us with shit sales, and all reports done by 9:30.
…I’ve let the Gnome go home even. No calls for about an hour at least…plus she’s moving today, and quesy.
…The last part is on account of the fact that she is in the first month of currently growing a mini-Gnome in her belly.
We have much concern for the child, due to practicle purposes of common sense adaptations of it’s mother. She’s a sweet girl, so affection won’t be an issue, but we do ponder its mental and physical future. The first weeks of pregnancy have been a big enough heads-up to show us that this is sure to be a wild ride of “how comes,” “what if’s” and “why nots” from the Gnome.
…I’ve already lectured on the importance of “going to the doctor,” “eating,” and “getting prenatal vitamins,” because apparently, those things never occured to her. Nor the fact she can’t just pound IB Profin for a headache and twelve kinds of tummy antacids, in lieu of breakfast. After an Urgent Care visit, she’s been forbidden to lift anything, and when I asked her if she was put on “bed rest,” she didn’t know what I meant. To which I told her, it was exactly like it sounds, and she’d know if she was on it, cuz the Doctor would have told her so, to which she replied, “Well…I guess not, then.”
…I advised her to get an actual note with all her restrictions written on it. “So I can add it to your file.” And, therefor, actually know them, and inform her of them, as needed.
I also advised her, before letting her go today, NOT to lift anything in the move.
…This was followed with a pang of realization, directly after she left, that I prob’ly should NOT have let her go early, in order to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself today by doing things she isn’t aware she isn’t supposed to be doing, because she doesn’t “think” before undergoing most of her day-to-day routine and I dunno why that would suddenly change now. Only I also realize that I can’t babysit her every move for the next nine months, and at some point she is gonna have to either wise up…or not. On her own. But then there’s this whole person dependent now on HER “good choices” and outside of about three, I’ve yet to see her really make any, in the six months or whatever, that she has been here.
…For a person with like zero maternal instinct, she is totally stressing me out with worry. And it’s only week four.
Meanwhile…
…As the office is silent today, I’ve filled the time walking back and forth to the coffee pot for refreshers, and pulling 60′s ads for the the new show trailer I’m working on. I’m looking for ridiculous faces and clothes, so went straight to the print-ads…where I know the worst offenders reside, and I have been gafawing, (actually out loud), at some of the particularly most horrible, for the past hour. Since it’s Monday, I’m sure you could use a grin yourself…so am sharing the wealth of a few favorites.
Like:
* The Gran Prix of Circulation…
* Fashion for the Literary…
* The Doctor’s most recommended…
* Plastic: Not JUST for furniture and food anymore…
* Fuck breath mints!
* What wives are for…
* Really…?
* Um. Wow.
* For your convenience…
* Just…what does the photographer even SAY to get this pose?
And…the winner:
* Thank you, Canada
Happy Monday, friends
~D