you, too?”
“Not as friendly as he was to the waitress and her perky, perky tits,” she said. “Neil noticed, too, and my Neil has the subtlety of a two-by-four.”
I rolled my eyes.
“So what if he looked at her chest?” I asked. “Apparently you did too.”
“It was hard not to,” she admitted. “Hey, as long as he makes you happy. It’s not like he’s going out to strip clubs every weekend, or anything.”
“Okay,” I said. “Hope you had a good weekend, but I’ve gotta get back to work in a minute.”
We chatted about her and Neil and their neighbors for another few minutes, and then she headed to her own office.
Looking out the frosted glass window of my office door, I was pretty sure I saw Herman Banks walk past a few minutes later. Part of me wanted to leap out of my chair, hurry around the desk, and confront him, but I knew it would be a bad idea. That would guaruntee no promotion for me, possibly ever.
It wasn’t like it was a promotion up to supervisor, or anything. Just another fifty cents an hour and a better parking spot.
I had to let it go.
The next day, I slept in and didn't get to the office until seven-thirty. Sarah showed up at five minutes to nine, just like always, and ducked her head into my office.
"You, me, lunch, today," she said, pointing at me sternly.
"You've got it, boss," I said. "I've got to run out to double-check page seven of this form, but I should be back by noon."
"See that you are, underling," she said. Sarah was, technically, my supervisor, after all.
I was, in fact, back by noon. Sarah immediately dragged me back out to the parking lot.
"Come on," she said. "Come on, come one. Food."
We walked to the little cafe only a block away that served cheap sandwiches and cold drinks. Sarah was anxious and bounced the whole way.
"Calm down, " I said. "You have big news?"
"Oh, God," she said. "The biggest. There has not been news as big as mine in ages."
We went through the line quickly and met at our usual table.
"A salad?" I asked. "What happened to your ham sandwich."
She looked longingly at my roast beef.
"I can't have lunch meat right now," she said, poking at the greens on her plate.
"That bites," I said.
"No, it's awesome." she said, grinning at me. "I can't have them because I'm finally knocked up."
"Are you serious?" I squealed. "That is fantastic!"
We squealed and tapped our feet and giggled when the man at the next table glared at us over his newspaper.
"When did you find out?" I asked. "How far along are you? Do you want a baby shower at work? What does Neil think?"
"So many questions! First of all, I found out last night, I've been feeling kind of crappy and so I peed on a stick. It was positive, and I freaked out and peed on two more, and they were super clear. I am really, really pregnant," she said. “I was so excited that I ran out to tell Neil and forgot my jeans were around my ankles. I fell over. It caught his attention, at least. He about fell over too when I showed him the sticks.”
"I am so happy for you," I told her. "You've been trying for, what, a year now?"
"Almost," she said. She looked so happy and relieved, I couldn't wait to hug her when we finished our lunches. "I'm probably five or six weeks along, that's it, so if you spill the beans at work I'll never tell you anything again. Neil wants to keep it private until I'm, like, six months along."
We finished our lunch going over every detail of how she was feeling, and trying to decide whether she’d rather have a boy or a girl.
“-and she’s about six weeks along,” I said, cradling my cell phone between my shoulder and my ear.
“Cool,” Justin said. “Are you going to get her a present or something?”
I laughed.
“I’ll probably arrange the baby shower at work, and I’ll definitely get
“Not as friendly as he was to the waitress and her perky, perky tits,” she said. “Neil noticed, too, and my Neil has the subtlety of a two-by-four.”
I rolled my eyes.
“So what if he looked at her chest?” I asked. “Apparently you did too.”
“It was hard not to,” she admitted. “Hey, as long as he makes you happy. It’s not like he’s going out to strip clubs every weekend, or anything.”
“Okay,” I said. “Hope you had a good weekend, but I’ve gotta get back to work in a minute.”
We chatted about her and Neil and their neighbors for another few minutes, and then she headed to her own office.
Looking out the frosted glass window of my office door, I was pretty sure I saw Herman Banks walk past a few minutes later. Part of me wanted to leap out of my chair, hurry around the desk, and confront him, but I knew it would be a bad idea. That would guaruntee no promotion for me, possibly ever.
It wasn’t like it was a promotion up to supervisor, or anything. Just another fifty cents an hour and a better parking spot.
I had to let it go.
The next day, I slept in and didn't get to the office until seven-thirty. Sarah showed up at five minutes to nine, just like always, and ducked her head into my office.
"You, me, lunch, today," she said, pointing at me sternly.
"You've got it, boss," I said. "I've got to run out to double-check page seven of this form, but I should be back by noon."
"See that you are, underling," she said. Sarah was, technically, my supervisor, after all.
I was, in fact, back by noon. Sarah immediately dragged me back out to the parking lot.
"Come on," she said. "Come on, come one. Food."
We walked to the little cafe only a block away that served cheap sandwiches and cold drinks. Sarah was anxious and bounced the whole way.
"Calm down, " I said. "You have big news?"
"Oh, God," she said. "The biggest. There has not been news as big as mine in ages."
We went through the line quickly and met at our usual table.
"A salad?" I asked. "What happened to your ham sandwich."
She looked longingly at my roast beef.
"I can't have lunch meat right now," she said, poking at the greens on her plate.
"That bites," I said.
"No, it's awesome." she said, grinning at me. "I can't have them because I'm finally knocked up."
"Are you serious?" I squealed. "That is fantastic!"
We squealed and tapped our feet and giggled when the man at the next table glared at us over his newspaper.
"When did you find out?" I asked. "How far along are you? Do you want a baby shower at work? What does Neil think?"
"So many questions! First of all, I found out last night, I've been feeling kind of crappy and so I peed on a stick. It was positive, and I freaked out and peed on two more, and they were super clear. I am really, really pregnant," she said. “I was so excited that I ran out to tell Neil and forgot my jeans were around my ankles. I fell over. It caught his attention, at least. He about fell over too when I showed him the sticks.”
"I am so happy for you," I told her. "You've been trying for, what, a year now?"
"Almost," she said. She looked so happy and relieved, I couldn't wait to hug her when we finished our lunches. "I'm probably five or six weeks along, that's it, so if you spill the beans at work I'll never tell you anything again. Neil wants to keep it private until I'm, like, six months along."
We finished our lunch going over every detail of how she was feeling, and trying to decide whether she’d rather have a boy or a girl.
“-and she’s about six weeks along,” I said, cradling my cell phone between my shoulder and my ear.
“Cool,” Justin said. “Are you going to get her a present or something?”
I laughed.
“I’ll probably arrange the baby shower at work, and I’ll definitely get
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