tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post5596539552997586546..comments2023-09-27T07:39:16.834-04:00Comments on No Matter How Small: Well, it had to happen sooner or later, right?Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13691032415028867902noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-63760147322702024992007-02-06T12:34:00.000-05:002007-02-06T12:34:00.000-05:00Thrice honey, no slinking allowed seriously. All I...Thrice honey, no slinking allowed seriously. All I'm going to say is, I don't think the picture is very big, I believe it IS small, and these people are just trying to look for a problem. <br />It's probably the size of a polaroid, which is easy to ignore. We'll see what Dear Abby comes up with next, eh?Aureliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13691032415028867902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-23150542819681625042007-02-06T09:01:00.000-05:002007-02-06T09:01:00.000-05:00I was thinking about that Dear Abby letter all day...I was thinking about that Dear Abby letter all day yesterday. It's under my skin.<br /><br />I think what is making "Apalled" so uncomfortable is that Madge isn't behaving like a happy little robot that just loves to do her job. She has the audacity to grieve and thereby admit her own humanity and the humanity of her child. Tsk tsk. Didn't someone tell her feelings aren't workplace appropriate, and babies are replaceable? I believe she needs a visit from the Stiff Upper Lip Brigade. /sarcasm<br /><br />More to the point, though, she's exposing the absurdity of working "within her job description." How can petty office crap seem that important when a child has died? I really wish Abby would have told the letter writer to get over herself.Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16513928061453431024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-90028256219407592802007-02-05T23:36:00.000-05:002007-02-05T23:36:00.000-05:00Aurelia, I adore you. But as I slink away, I thin...Aurelia, I adore you. But as I slink away, I think the picture out in such a prominent place might be somewhat inappropriate. Maybe it's the "death" idea that is spooking me these days, but inappropriate would very much depend on the picture. <br /><br />A friend has pictures of her stillborn son on a prominent wall in her house. It's her house so there is no discussion. The pictures did freak me out as they did play on my worst fears of pregnancy. The blue-no-doubt-the baby-is-still-born will forever burnished in my mind. <br /><br />I realize that there were not other opportunities to photo her child alive. But I do wonder if the picture could be camoflauged from the whole office, but easily viewable for the mother? On her blotter? Or in a frame, turned at an angle?<br /><br />I haven't miscarried, so I know that I can't begin to understand the different and complicated feelings of pain. I hope I don't come off as unfeeling. I'm just wondering if there is an inbetween? How do we grieve in the workplace, without being in everyone's face?thricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528308384855206125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-24169667714936321032007-02-05T16:07:00.000-05:002007-02-05T16:07:00.000-05:00I read that Dear Abby this morning. I really thou...I read that Dear Abby this morning. I really thought she was getting better, in light of her advice to an adoptee last week. Guess I was wrong. Even though I haven't lost a child, her advice came off very cold and unfeeling to me. How could she know what that woman needed to do to mourn?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-18447380769719402702007-02-05T15:55:00.000-05:002007-02-05T15:55:00.000-05:00If that's the case, then I'm assuming she would al...If that's the case, then I'm assuming she would also say that it's not appropriate to have pictures of living children on your desk. You know, to keep it appropriate in the workplace. For the love...<br /><br />I'm with DD and the lapel pin approach...Lollipop Goldsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01020874415819057995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-62648934994372138672007-02-05T13:55:00.000-05:002007-02-05T13:55:00.000-05:00Grrr, Abby bugs the hell out of me. But then I gu...Grrr, Abby bugs the hell out of me. But then I guess most people do. ;)<br /><br />I get so pissed off when nothing gets done around the house because I am sick. Husband, while he is an awesome hubby, really needs some work in this arena. When I get sick, it's like a license for him to do only the bare minimum. Essentially he feeds the dogs and heats up my soup. If anything else needs to be done, well it just doesn't get done. You should see our kitchen after I have been sick, someday, I will post the photo even if Husband objects.<br /><br />That should be soon considering that I seem to be coming down with something too. I've got the irritated throat, low grade fever version. It's going to be a long week, I can see that right now.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01904286943340898221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30651776.post-19947613420645581002007-02-05T10:56:00.000-05:002007-02-05T10:56:00.000-05:00That seriously pisses me off.
I suggested that th...That seriously pisses me off.<br /><br />I suggested that the woman who lost her baby should make the photo into a lapel pin. <br /><br />The response from Dear Abby sucked ass.DDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17864339996118337420noreply@blogger.com