girlfiend

I’ve spent the last two days making lattes, and my ankles sure do feel it. I really thought I’d have stopped working by now, but my part-time schedule is flexible enough that I can still handle it. My customers are as excited about this baby as I am. Whenever I have three days in a row off they get worried that I’ve gone into labor early. I wonder if they’ve been placing bets.

One of the new girls at work has befriended me even though I didn’t want to like her. I trained her to work the coffee bar and she was utterly useless, but as soon as she was on her own she did just fine. She’s young, gorgeous, lazy and sullen, but I think the lazy and sullen parts are an act. Blonde and blue-eyed, she looks like Cameron Diaz, only without the acne. (Actually she reminds me more of the Wakefield twins, for those of you who know what I’m talking about. 5′6 and a perfect size 6- which in today’s world would be a size 0 or 2- flashing blue-green eyes, sun-streaked hair, blah, blah blah.) Men at work are constantly hitting on her, despite her flat affect and looks of disdain. I’ll call her Jessica.

Yesterday Jessica said to me, “Some old dude was asking if you popped yet. I just stared at him. Then he asked why I had the number ten on my pants and I told him to stop looking at my ass. Later some woman asked me to make her a smoothie. I told her no, they were seasonal, but really I just didn’t want to. Your belly freaks me out.”

Jessica’s got a pet rabbit she doesn’t want. “I’m not mature enough for a pet. I’m twenty and I live at home. My ex-boyfriend gave it to me and now my mom’s sick of taking care of it for me. I can’t just get rid of it though, I have to find it a home.” (Imagine that. Someone who actually takes responsibility for an unwanted pet. What a novel idea.) For the past few months she’s toyed with the idea of finding it another home but because she’s young and has a social life she hasn’t gotten around to it yet. As fate would have it, after meeting our neighbor’s young daughter’s pet rabbit, Boyfiend thought he might want a classroom pet. So it looks like Jessica’s bunny may find a new home after all. I love when things work out.

Speaking of things working out, tomorrow I’m taking advantage of the gift certificate my sisters-in-law gave me for a maternity massage. I hope I don’t fall asleep in a puddle of my own drool on the table. I’d hate to miss out on such a luxury. Pregnant chicks need all the massages they can get.