So Kat the secretary came back to work this week. She had been out for about ten days because she just had major surgery.
When she came in my boss and a few of the other guys all went to her desk to make sure she was feeling ok. That's what I like about this place. Everyone cares about everyone.
Sure when I cut my head open and got 4 staples at work and had a broken toe, my immediate supervisor never asked how I was feeling. Then again KAt just had breast implants so I guess he had more reason to go see her.
I sit in the back at my office and was just laughing as these 40-50 year old men with daughters 5 yrs younger than Kat were just surrounding her and making sure she was ok.
Kat was a real trooper. She said she was holding up fine, but had a hard time sleeping because she also had a tummy tuck so that with her sore breasts were really tough to deal with.
My boss suggested she get a body pillow to help her sleep at night. I think we found the humanitarian of the year.
Kat was also saying how she couldn't lift more than five pounds so she had to have her ex husbamd and parents come over and take care of her one year old.
This other guy just nodded knowingly and said "That must be really difficult, not being able to hold your baby."
I'm sorry, I thought this broad just got new tits, everyone is acting like she got hit by a truck while saving a group of orphans.
It's very funny because you know these dudes just want to see them. She goes on about how proud she is that she paid for them herself, worked two jobs to get the money for it. Of course that money couldn't have been used for her three kids, but whatever.
Why am I not going nuts for these fake protrusions like everyone else? Is it because I am married and love my wife?
It is not. I love my wife, but I'm a guy and when there is a beautiful girl with fake cans I notice.
This is not the case.
Fake boobs don't equal hot to me. Fake boobs on a hot girl equal hot to me.
Also as a dad and a husband I realize that there are just some things that I want that instead of getting them right away, they need to be put on hold or not gotten at all.
These things are no where in the range of the cost of elective plastic surgery, but they are things I want.
Things I have to save for, or wait around my birthday or Christmas to get for myself as a treat.
Now I am talking about shit like a wireless receiver for my xbox. It's like 90 dollars, but I would feel guilty spending that cash on myself when I have a son and a pregnant wife at home. I'm saving pocket cash for it though and when I have enough I'll get it.
So it kinda cheeses me that she complains about one of her exes not helping with the kids and she drops 4-7 thousand (I just did a quick online check) for this surgery. Shouldn't your kids come first? That kind of money would be the nice start of a college fund for all 3 kids.
Instead she has old men swinging by her cube to "See how she is feeling." She emailed us last week and told us that she would be working from home because she has drainage tubes coming out of her stomach from the tummy tuck.
Finally this guy I work with walks up and says what all the middle aged men couldn't say.
"Well? Lets see them." Kat was wearing a sweat shirt that left everything to the imagination. She explained that she was wearing a sports bra and a special support of some kind because they were still bruised.
I gotta tell you, between drainage tubes and bruised boobs, only two words enter my mind:
So hot.
She's not a bad person at all. She is really nice actually, I just don't agree with her decision is all.
In other news I have been back on the treadmill after a month off with my toe debacle. Going from 4 miles to 1.5 is rather humbling.
Back to it and have a great weekend.
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