I just stopped into the kitchenette in my office to get a drink of water and I had to pour myself a cup of coffee and pretend to root around for elusive Splenda that hides under the pinks and blues just so I could stay and listen to the two nurses in there.

One of the ladies was in the middle of telling another one about this "poor baby who has lost half her body weight over the past week and most of her hair has fallen out and her pupils have been dilated for three days and she is refusing food and was so dehydrated last night that you can see all her veins and bones and she won't stop crying and she isn't sleeping and the whole family was up all night with her". It was awful. It made me want to leave work and go get Jake and hold him and cry because I am so lucky and the mother of this baby must be wondering what the hell she did to deserve this poor dying thing and why is the world so weird and cruel and unfair.

Nurse #2 put her hand on Nurse #1's shoulder and said that she was so sorry and then I felt even more terrible because I thought that maybe this was Nurse #1's granddaughter or niece or something more than a patient and I didn't know whether to say something or just pretend I wasn't listening but then Nurse #1's cell phone rang and she said "oh it's a text from my daughter" and my heart jumped and she opened her phone and said "thank God! The baby just used the litter box twice in an hour! Things are looking up!".

Crazy old ladies and their kittenbabies.

I need new colleagues.