Dr. Dio's "tell it like it is" of the day
 

I'm not talking about online, I'm talking about in real life...Mothers, stop talking so much about your kids! No one cares about little Johnny or Sally (or little Tyshaun and Shaquandra) and what they do!

I concur.

My office manager was out of the office today, so I was spared 69 stories about her children. It's so funny - I hear her stories coming. She'll get up and walk back to one of the atty's offices and I'll hear her telling him a story about her kids. Then she works her way over to the other atty. Then our secretary. I usually get them last, I think b/c she's figured out that I don't care. But I know they're coming, and it's worse b/c I've already heard the story 3 times. I just pretend like I'm hearing it all over again for the 1st time.

If you feel the need to talk incessantly about your children at work, please realize that not everyone at work is 5 years old. A woman at my work, who is a total sweetheart, might I add, has two daughters, one of which was just pottytrained. Whenever she needed to go to the bathroom, she used to always tell us that she was going peepee. Folks, there is nothing quite as disturbing as a late 30's- early 40's finance manager with a large office and a suit on telling you she needs to go peepee.

And while we're at it:
Dear Co-Workers,
I am not particularly interested in hearing your spouse's life story either!!:mad:

But aren't the stories great when the kids are fluck-ups?

My co-worker doesn't "love" talking about her son, but he's at that age where he's not always making great decisions, so she might tell me that "the little fluck-up cussed at the school bus driver again."

I'm sleepy and going to bed now, but that is good practice for acting class.