Fat & Maternity Leave Jokes
There comes a time when you realize you must get back in shape. We all get a reality check and I got mine on Friday. Like I said in a previous post, I have access to a vending machine in the new building I’m in. Unfortunately, it is the last thing I need in my grasp. It’s gotten to the point where my coworkers tell me when the vending machine has been restocked. Yeah, that bad…. Anyway, on Friday my boss called a meeting and everything was going as planned. That is…. until we started getting into small talk. My boss “joked” that we all need to learn each other’s jobs in case someone goes on maternity leave. Uh, I’m the only female on the team. WTF?! Is he assuming I’m pregnant? You can tell I’ve gained a little weight but damn!! I just chuckled it off but inside I was visualizing myself kicking him in his balls. Rat bastard…. I’ve been there almost 4 years and he’s never made a point for us to cross-train. Then in another meeting he kept staring at my stomach. Yes, when I sit down now I have a little pooch but it’s nothing serious. People get so used to you looking on point that when you slide, something clearly has to be wrong. Dude needs to remember: It’s all fun and games until the shoe is on the other foot. I don’t “joke” about his belly and balding head. Dude looks like a bowling pin. He can’t even button his jacket all the way! I’m angry now so I’m going to go fuel my rage with an ice cream sandwich.
