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I was supposed to open today and work until 4:00, but managment let me delay coming in by 2 1/2 hours because getting started in the morning is really hard right now due to a compressed nerve and all the pain. The manager said I could stay later if I wanted so I wouldn't lose hours, but if I decided to leave at the originally scheduled time, that would be ok. A couple of hours in I made the decision to stay because I hadn't wanted to call out at all; it was busy and I didn't want to leave them in the lurch.
So shortly after 4:00, when I could've left, I was in so much pain and an hour away from another dose of painkiller. It was busy and I was just trying to make it through when this overly cheerful woman came to my till. Her immediate greeting was "When's that baby due?" I looked around and asked "what baby?", thinking she knew one of my coworkers or something. I caught up when she said something about my midsection, pointing to it and referring to it as "that stuff" or some such. OK, I have lost 30 lbs in the last year, but I still carry fat above and below my waist. Still, several of my coworkers have bigger stomachs than I do, yet I get asked this. In fact, this sucktomer had a waist at least 20 inches bigger than mine.
On top of that, when I told her I had no baby, instead of apologizing as most do, she chirped "Well, you're still young!" Seriously?? I'm a couple of years away from perimenopause. And even if I wasn't, I could be a person with a tumor, a woman trying and failing to conceive, one who'd had a hysterectomy due to cancer, just anything. She shouldn't have made any kind of assumptions about someone she didn't know. I told her I wasn't planning on any kids, but I didn't have the wherewithall to tell her some things I wish I could have:
--I'm celibate at the moment.
--Not every woman on the planet is meant to have kids, and some can't.
--I'll discuss it with my doctor, thank you.
--I'm looking forward to menopause. How's yours going? (in the most cheerful voice ever)
--I'm just fat. (One time I did say that to someone and then she had the gall to be offended that I called her on her rudeness.)
--You don't know me well enough to assume I want kids.
So shortly after 4:00, when I could've left, I was in so much pain and an hour away from another dose of painkiller. It was busy and I was just trying to make it through when this overly cheerful woman came to my till. Her immediate greeting was "When's that baby due?" I looked around and asked "what baby?", thinking she knew one of my coworkers or something. I caught up when she said something about my midsection, pointing to it and referring to it as "that stuff" or some such. OK, I have lost 30 lbs in the last year, but I still carry fat above and below my waist. Still, several of my coworkers have bigger stomachs than I do, yet I get asked this. In fact, this sucktomer had a waist at least 20 inches bigger than mine.
On top of that, when I told her I had no baby, instead of apologizing as most do, she chirped "Well, you're still young!" Seriously?? I'm a couple of years away from perimenopause. And even if I wasn't, I could be a person with a tumor, a woman trying and failing to conceive, one who'd had a hysterectomy due to cancer, just anything. She shouldn't have made any kind of assumptions about someone she didn't know. I told her I wasn't planning on any kids, but I didn't have the wherewithall to tell her some things I wish I could have:
--I'm celibate at the moment.
--Not every woman on the planet is meant to have kids, and some can't.
--I'll discuss it with my doctor, thank you.
--I'm looking forward to menopause. How's yours going? (in the most cheerful voice ever)
--I'm just fat. (One time I did say that to someone and then she had the gall to be offended that I called her on her rudeness.)
--You don't know me well enough to assume I want kids.
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