I'm the same person from the Nephew Vacation Ruiner post and I now love this site. I've spent the last few days reading everything posted. It's refreshing to see so many like-minded people!
Anywho, my coworker had her son right before my family's trip to Europe at the start of September so it being the start of August you can imagine I've seen the baby since then. Especially since she's been in every single day since she left for her leave. She always brings the baby.
I've held him, I've cooed, I've awwed. I've done everything you're "supposed" to do when there is a baby around. But yesterday when she brought him in I was busy with a project and since I've seen him everyday I didn't see the need to stop working so I called a quick hello and acknowledged the baby before getting to work.
She comes over before she leaves and asks if I wanna hold him. Politely I declined and I swear you'd think I told her to fuck herself with the baby. She stormed out and now I'm the pariah of my section. My section is mostly women and one of them told me that it's rude to ignore the baby.
I spoke to my male boss later on and he thought it was hilarious and said that he noticed that when the only man in our section ignored the bebe-melee nothing happened to him. So, thoughts, did I in anyway do something rude or wrong here? I don't see what was so bad about saying no.
I mean, maybe if I had never shown an interest before or had been rude when she asked, but I've done everything from plan the office baby-shower to attending the kid's christening. Is there some unspoken rule that if you're female you must always be interested in a baby you've seen everyday since it's birth?
If my dog, who is a dog, with a dog's brain, understands that he is not allowed to bark because it disturbs the neighbors, then your child, who is a human being and is at least four years old and can listen to and understand reason, should be held to the same standard and not be allowed to scream at the top of her voice all day.
Bluntly, we don't allow our dog to disturb the peace. Kindly stop allowing your child to.
Given the racket we have been subjected to today, I was picturing a toddler in diapers, not the much older child you actually have.
I'm a cashier an American grocery store.
Our registers are set up like so, one long belt and the register attached, a small gap, and then our small end cap with an extending belt. Tonight I was checking out a family with a small son who was wild, to say the least. He comes around and pokes his head in the gap, which is wide enough for one of our mini-carts. I smile, as one does when they want to acknowledge a child without engaging it. He grins and comes behind my line right as I open my drawer.
Can you smell the impending doom here?
What child doesn't like things that move and make noise and all that? Unfortunately not this one. Before I can stop him he reaches in my drawer and grabs a handful of money. Yes, he grabbed real American green currency and takes off.
Now, how did he manage this, you may ask, when registers have those little things that hold the money down? Yeah, I keep a messy drawer. I usually sort it out right before I retire for the night but as I still had a few minutes I hadn't yet taken the time.
So this grubby little former nipple-suckler has made off with at least one hundred dollars in twenties. I slam shut my drawer without giving the parents their change because let's face it, their spawn just took off with some of it.
I beg the parents to help me get it back and they immediately start blaming me for letting him back there, letting him in the drawer, letting him behind the line. Oh, I'm sorry, in addition to doing my job I'm now in charge of your brat? I called bullshit and demanded our money back.
Guess what junior's done while dear old mom and pop and I are arguing? Oh, you didn't guess? Yeah, he's shredded-SHREDDED- the money. Apparently he thinks it's okay to literally rip money right in halves. And then quarters. And then into bitses and pieces. A small pile of dead, shredded presidents on my floor.
I should mention that when I scolded the boy for doing it he ran full speed at me and drop kicked me in the knee. I'm a small female, this is a very solid six year old boy. Yeah, six year old. Should-freaking-know-better age.
I call for my supervisor because obviously now I'm freaking out-and my knee hurts-and I need help. She comes out and when I explain what happened she was a saint about it and told the parents they would be responsible for fixing this.
Mama and Poppa Dumfuc didn't like this. Did Not Like. On a monstrous scale. A big ole barrel of fuckin' nopes. Cat in the bath level.
This couple is probably mid-twenties. The kind of couple that dates in high school and probably got pregnant and gave it the old try and now they sort of semi-hate each other which already makes for a volatile combination and has manifested in their evil evil spawn. He is obviously acting out because his home life sucks and mom and dad are horrible.
You knew these people were never going to make this easy.
They start complaining that they can't pay us back because they just don't have the money. This is a couple who paid for their food items with EBT and then pulled out a stack of hundreds to pay for everything else. Mom was just bragging on her new Samsung about how they just booked a cruise over Thanksgiving to the Bahamas or whatever. Even off-season those things are expensive. Not to mention the three cartons of cigarettes they got and the three cases of beer and the six bottles of wine. I'm talking a three or four hundred dollar total that they paid for with cash. They weren't paying us back.
So my supervisor goes to call for a manager in her office, leaving me with two angry adults and an amused and mischievous child. The mother actually gets in my face and threatens me. I said I was calling the cops because as I said, I'm small and this lady is tall and wide.
That's when daddy throws sonny-jim in the full cart and grabs mama-sue and hightails it the eff outta there. Like Sonic with a lit firecracker up his ass. My supervisor runs out and I tell her what happened. Unfortunately we live in a budding metropolis with a packed parking lot that stays busy into the night and in the twenty or so seconds it took for me to call for her and for her to get to me they got away. I don't know how they did it. I can't imagine it was a quick job loading their stuff. Maybe they just threw it all in along with the cart and peeled off. Who knows?
So there I was sitting in front of our four managers trying to explain what happens and I'm definitely going to be speaking to the cops. In the mean time they are blaming me for this. Officially, on the record, in internal files. I'll probably be fired. I'll probably have to pay for the lost money. Might be accused of stealing. Who knows. Either way I'm about to have a hard time finding a new job.
This right here is why I'm never having kids. Why I don't like kids. Why looking at kids or hearing them actually causes me to cringe. Because kids these days have no discipline. No respect. No morals. They are held responsible for nothing. They are put on pedestals and treated as demi-gods. Their parents are lauded for simply procreating. They become self-righteous and entitled. I don't want to turn into that. I don't want to have a child that turns into that.
The world today makes me so sad.
****UPDATE**** So, things have moved fast, super fast. It's only been two days but we have action. I got good and bad news. The good news is thus: today at noon the mom, dad, and their son came back. They didn't come in to shop, they came in to make things right. They asked if I was there so my manager called me and asked me to come in. I brought my lawyer uncle just in case. We met in the coffee shop attached to the store. They bought everyone coffee and pastries for everyone. There's a story here. Now, they didn't run because the kid ripped up the money.
They ran because of a host of things. Number one being the EBT card they were using isn't there's. They explained they were using the wife's mother's card but her mother didn't know they had it. She only asked if they could after the fact. They also had weed in the car and both of them had been drinking-I didn't smell it though-and so they were afraid they would get arrested. It's almost unbelievable that that is why they ran and I even said so. They offered to replace the money their son destroyed but the manager had already gotten confirmation this morning from corporate that they would be covering the loss so my manager asked that they donate the money to a worthy cause. They agreed and very soon, our local animal shelter-a no-kill/adoption only-will be two hundred dollars richer! They were very sorry and even more sorry that the kid kicked me and made him apologize to me. We all separated on good terms, at least, they and I did.
Now for the bad news. I got fired. After they left my manager informed me that the board doesn't want me back. My uncle is considering suing but I may stop him. I'm just glad everything worked out as well as it did. I know it seems silly not to take action but considering this could have gone worse, I'll take what I can get. Thanks everyone for their wishes over the last two days!
In 1798 a British economist Thomas Malthus, who influenced Darvin, published "An Essay On The Principle Of Population". There he stated that food supply increases arithmetically while population grows exponentially. All species are like that, it speeds up evolution and is beneficial for specie's genetic fitness. He predicted a very dire future for humanity, war famine and disease would ravage the over populated world.
My point is that it is extremely selfish to have children. We are destroying our environment. We are killing ourselves. Not mentioning the fact that so many couples procreate for totally the wrong reasons and are terrible parents as a result. It really bothers me when women force their husbands to have children in order to trap them in a relationship with them(a lot of these women have either BPD or NPD). Some women lie about taking birth control pills. Some women poke holes in condoms. This is sick.
If you really wanna have children, adopt. There are so many children in need of help. But for fuck's sake be ready. Be prepared to give everything you got to the child. Be prepared to discipline him/her and to motivate him/her. Don't be neglectful hypocritical or overindulgent. There should be parenting courses in high school. That's my opinion, what's yours?
P.S
I'm adding this paragraph to the entry because I don't want to give people impression that I hate women. Both men and women can be violent. Male physical violence is a huge problem because it's so destructive. Men can be emotionally abusive too. Men with cluster B personality disorders trap women in abusive relationships too. Sometimes with threats of violence. Sometimes with financial abuse. I just wanted to say that I acknowledge that.
To start off, my genetics are completely ruined. My family has passed down countless issues and illnesses. I myself do not wish to do this to a child. Many children in my family almost die before the age of five due to complications. I've spoken with my family and they agree it's not right to have any children.
This is not my only reason for wanting a hysterectomy though.
Since age nine I have had extremely painful periods. I'm often in so much pain that I succumb to tears. They last a full week and I am unable to get anything done, I can hardly move. I was often in trouble with my schools for being gone an unreasonable amount of time. After all, a full week every month is excessive. Birth control and medications have done absolutely nothing to help me. In fact, they have made it worse, so bad in fact it made me bleed for a solid month and I was miserable. With this in mind and the pain, I started researching hysterectomies. I've looked into costs, risks, procedures and recovery. However, I am young and often hear about those much older than I being denied a hysterectomy for reasons far more painful than what I've experienced.
The fact of the matter is though, that I cannot handle having this uterus anymore. I would appreciate any advice on convincing a gyno and doctor to perform a hysterectomy.
I stayed at my parents' place in Florida for Christmas. Some of their friends came over for Christmas Day. There's this one woman who mom says is psychic. She "reads" people and whatnot. She, my mom, my brother and his girlfriend are outside by the front door chilling when the discussion turns to not having kids. My brother had said on many occasions he didn't want them, and I was also saying I didn't want to have kids. Just then, my parents' friend turns to me and says, "You're going to have two kids." I just smile and say, "No." "You're going to have two kids, and you're going to be great." I just smile again, a bit confused and again say, "No..." Then she says, "Surprise, surprise." It's at this point I just smile a bit more and turn to listen to somebody else who was already having another conversation. But wait a minute, she's psychic, right? Shit, now I guess I have to. Any attempts to prevent the prophecy will only fulfill it. Should I get my uterus or ovaries removed, they will only grow back.
So I apologize if i'm slightly rambling in this post because I am considerably drunk at the moment. But here's the story. I've been seeing this guy for about a month and a half, and he asked me to be his girlfriend about a month ago. We hit it off really well and clicked right away and he was pretty much perfect. Like seriously, one of the coolest guys i've ever met. And we have similar taste in music which is a huge first for me, we have very similar interests in general, we make each other laugh, plus he lives in walking distance from me. We had potential to be a pretty much perfect couple. The night he asked me to be his girlfriend I mentioned that I have PCOS, and he said he had been in other relationships with people who also had reproductive issues and didn't seem to mind. I hadn't yet mentioned that I'm childfree on top of that.
So tonight he sent me a text telling me that he's sorry, but he had done some research on PCOS and found out that it's the #1 cause of infertility, and he's dead set on having a family to carry on his family name since he's pretty much the last remaining member of his side of the family and "can't risk it". So long story short he broke up with me because i'm infertile. So i'm kind of stunned at the moment and don't know what to make of this. I can't believe that just happened. Part of me is really glad that he was upfront about it before we really got deep into the relationship and I kind of dodged a bullet, but the other part of me is a little bit pissed off to say the least. Like, say I DID want to have kids, I can't imagine how horrible I would feel right now. I would feel like the biggest failure on earth because of something I have no control over. Luckily, I have no desire to ever reproduce, but i'm still upset because I can't believe someone would be willing to throw away a perfectly good relationship simply because it would never result in having children. It just baffles me. Good riddance, I guess :/ I just wish we hadn't hit it off so well initially because I really, really liked him.
