My view of the world

I’ve got a friend over at Pioneer Loan Center who works around bunches of women. This means that sooner of later at least one of them will get pregnant.
Well, our boy Rich really caught the brass ring on this one. There are at least three who are currently working there who are getting larger by the minute.
One is due to go on maternity leave soon, and the others are due to leave around the first of the year.
The one who left a couple of months ago used to simply sit and moan and groan, the one that’s due to leave next is getting so cranky that some customers have complained about her. Evidently, with her other children she felt sick the during the entire pregnancy, now she’s sick and with having to work, she’s distracted, so she makes mistakes, she gets sharp with the customers and she complains endlessly.
As a side note, her hubby has never been around a pregnant woman before, so he’s getting finchy.

I got to thinking, they’re a bit shorthanded, so while he doesn’t see the others very often, the company is going to have to juggle where and when people work.
This should be interesting, here’s a poor guy who has trouble dealing with relationships at best, of course if he wasn’t attracted to psycho-bitches, his life would be simpler and calmer, less interesting, but calmer. Now he has to try and deal with a continual series of pregnant women, complete with mood swings, morning sickness and the endless bitching that comes from not feeling well for months on end.
With that number of fertile, young females around, the possibility of this to becoming a continual thing is damn near a lock.

Run boy, run. I’ve got a couch you can borrow and I’m perfectly willing to deny I’ve ever seen you, but if three pregos show up all at once, you’re on your own.

Rich I’m sorry it’s happening to you this time around, but, to quote you. Neener, neener, neener.