Hypothetical Question

If you were a drama just waiting to happen, would you take a pregnancy test at work?

(Work being relative: you've been there barely 5 months, and you arrive, tear soaked and red eyed at least 50% of the time. Oh, yeah, and at least 25% of that tears-in-a-river time, you have to be lead from the floor to the break room to *collect* yourself.)

I know it's harsh of me, but to have to *collect* yourself EVERY freaking time you get to work is ridiculous. And how the tears come and go! depending on who's looking.

Oh, and, for the record, if, in between bouts of Cry-Me-A-River, you're dialing the phone, listening for upwards of 5 minutes, hanging up, then dialing again, you qualify as nuts. And do you think you're going to have a job after the police get the report of crank calls and it's your job's number that keeps coming up?

Is it any wonder I don't bother to even get to know these women?