01 October 2009

On the bright side

I never write about work because I am afraid of getting Dooced. But I may get laid off any minute.

Looking on the bright side - if that happens, I have a couple dozen really ripping blog posts in me.

Meanwhile, I have to relay a true story I heard on the radio today:

Three generations of the same family's women had gone to the same gynecologist for as long as they had all needed a gynie doc. Finally, the old GYN retired and a really good looking young doctor took his place.

The daughter went first and came home and told the mom and grandma how great the new doctor was.

Then grandma went. She came home and was mad as hell. She said to the granddaughter "I thought you said that guy was nice! But I have never been so humiliated! I put my feet in the stirrups and he lifted up the sheet and said 'Fancy!' What does THAT mean?"

Digging a little deeper, the granddaughter found out that Grandma had been nervous about the appointment, so she used some of her granddaughter's feminine hygeine spray right before she left for the appointment.

"But Nana, I don't have any feminine hygeine spray," said the granddaughter. "Show me what you used."

Grandma had picked up the granddaughter's can of red glitter hairspray.

Fancy, indeed.


mayberry said...

Well, F&*k. I hope that doesn't happen (the layoff thing, but I guess also the hairspray thing).

Stillie said...

There's another version of that I heard...about a mom using a washcloth to prep for her OBGYN exam, but then her kid asked her where the washcloth was because she was a cheerleader and needed to get ready for the game and inside the washcloth was all her glitter and sparkles.

Baby wipes. I swear by baby wipes. Each one is brand-new and clean, right outta the box! No sparkles, no spray, no perfumes...just @ss-wipin' cleanliness! LOL!

Scientific Lutheran said...


this day hasn't had much to smile about, but that made me laugh out loud!!!

Fancy, indeed.

J at www.jellyjules.com said...

HA! Funny.

I hope you're not laid off, but in this economy, I wouldn't write about them anyway. My husband and I were both laid off, him in June of '08, me in Feb of '09. We both looked like crazy for new jobs, but ended up getting hired back at our old places when they realized they actually couldn't live without us.

Lesson? Don't burn bridges. Not that I love my job, because sadly, I don't. But I do love being able to pay my bills.

Suzanne said...

Speaking of fancy, I love your new banner!

Good luck with the job situation. I have my fingers crossed for you.

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