The other day Pete and I had a meeting with a shipping company to talk about moving our stuff home. We got there early for the meeting so we chilled out in a Turkish colleague from HR's office for a bit.
While we were innocently sitting there with child strapped to my chest in the Bjorn (shout out to Dave and Catherine for gifting it to us), our colleague decided to just go tell one other person. She explained (and I already knew) that this is how Turks do it, she being a Turk herself. She went and told another colleague from HR about the presence of a young soul, and then that colleague also came into the room and the two women unleashed the high pitched tones only related to babies and Mariah Carey songs. All it took was Indiana Jones letting out a gleeful squeal before more than half a dozen women and one man poked their head in to get a look.
How lucky to be in a place where babies are welcomed, when not completely adored. How will you adjust to Jersey?
ReplyDeleteduct tape? and haven't they invented invisible paint while we were gone? oh wait - the financial crisis. we will just have to have annoying children.
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