yesterday i went into the new office where i'll be working for job #2. i arrive for a meeting with my boss and co-worker. almost immediately, boss reaches out and touches my stomach.
i feel strange, but don't want boss-man to be uncomfortable, so i try and make a joke, "Hey, sure you can touch the bump. C'mon, everybody - Kim? do you want to touch it?" so there we were in the office vestibule, all hands on my gut.
Ok, that's done, can we please get to work now?
Going home from the meeting, I got on the path at 14th street. It was a fairly crowded train and no seats available. At this point, I clearly look v. pregnant. I got several sympathetic looks, but not a single seat offering. I stood directly in front of a 30-something married guy (i noticed the wedding ring). He did his absolute best to ignore my hard stare. He sat in the disabled/elderly seat. I tried to send him subliminal messages like, "hey dickhead, I'm sure if you don't have kids yet, you will, and you're wife will one day want a seat. and you'll feel for her when no one gets up. And maybe, just maybe, you'll remember how you used to never get up for the pregnant ladies. Why? Because you're a DICK. And Karma is a bitch."
Anyway, he got up one stop before mine so i ended up sitting in his vacant seat after all. But just for one stop.
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