no escape hatch to be found

How can it be possible that Friday is the dullest day of my week? Friday's are supposed to be happy and exciting and energy charged. Mine. Feh!

Summer Fridays at work. Half days for everyone except me and one boss. I've been answering phone calls about mailing lists, single ticket refunds, why our website sucks (and if you are one of those people in the company who defend the site, you have to get bitched slapped by reality- the site blows!), and not a sale to show for my 8 hours spent in a warm little room with no window and even less air circulation.

Not that I'm complaining. I am getting paid. I haven't gotten fired yet (despite my 'testing-the-water' efforts). I'm in good health. I shouldn't bitch.

But I can't help it! It's so freakin' dull. All of this free time just makes me think about all of the different ways that I'd improve the various departments of this company. And my at-work-with-me boss really doesn't like it that I have an opinion. So for his sake, please give me something to do!

*This rant was brought to you by the sounds "ugghhh!" and "arggghhh."

contents of a gumball machine: priceless

Okay, honey. Here's a quarter. You can either have a piece of gum, a bouncy ball, or a fake tattoo. What? What do you want? You want THAT?

Hmm, so you want to walk out of this store and look like a Village Person? Looks like we're going to have a talk with your father when we get home.

not enough rubber bands to keep my pants together

I've moved into the stage in my pregnancy where I'm at a fork in the road. Maternity pants or mumus. I'm no where near being an 80 year old Jewish-New Yorker who's spending her twilight years in Boca del Vista, so I guess the pants with with sewn-in belly pocket it is.

While out in the midwest on a recent vacation, my other and I did a little bit of shopping at a Target (you know, the ones where they are huge and clean and well stocked with the things you can by online but you can't buy at the Target in your local outer borough). I found the maternity clothes with no problem, right next to the plus size section (I felt better already). 6 racks of tees, tanks, dresses, jeans, shorts, and whatever. Thank goodness for maternity tops. Comfortable, roomy and fall at my hips. I bought 2. I would tell you about the shorts or pants that I bought, but they didn't have any in my size. Oh, well. I'll just try on line.

Back in NYC, I thought that I would try going to Old Navy for a cheap option or two. They used to have a maternity department that covered half of the 3rd floor in their 34th Street location. Sadly, according to my recon mission last night, it's been dwindled down to 4 racks of yoga pants, mumus and shawls to go over your mumus during the hottest time of the year.

Soooooooo, I guess I'm stuck with the internet as my only shopping source. But it makes me wonder what pregnant women used to do before you could buy clothes online? If nobody sells maternity wear or if they keep the absolute minimum in stock, would I be doomed to a summer of x-tra large shirts and leggings?