Potluck

If you've seen 'S@nta Cl@use 2' and can remember the high school staff Christmas party, then you can visualize my company potluck party Saturday night. We have three stores and one store did not represent. The other two segregated themselves completely from one another, and then segregated again by department. It was pretty quiet with the occasional yawn and sly peek at the watch to see how slowly time was ticking away.

We have a fairly new sales staff member at this location. He and his wife are 25 years old and she is 4 months pregnant. They live in an apartment and got pregnant when they didn't even have health insurance. In fact, he didn't even have a job.

Gasp!

See, I wanted my ducks in a row before I started a family. College education. Good job. House. Enough money. Health insurance. Baby.

I did visit with her and I wasn't a total bitch. Only when she complained about being sick.all.the.time. and having to constantly eat and even having to quit her job as a nanny because she's so.tired.all.the.time. did my neck start to twinge. And I did make this comment - "Well, imagine wanting to experience a pregnancy and not being able to do so." I made her just a tad uncomfortable I could tell, and she acknowledged my point with a nod.

My life happened just the way I planned it. Only it didn't happen just the way I planned it. There were a few detours down the road, but it all worked out in the end. And, that's what really matters.